Getting Old

(альбом: Would It Kill You? - 2010)

When we were younger time was under careful lock and key
Now it's open, tipped and pouring out all over me
Oh! what a shame, that our days, you explained
I thought you had meant they were long
Not 'till the night when I turned 25, I saw that I had it all wrong

I was getting tired of letting all my hours pass
Hoping someday soon or somewhere everything would last
Oh, what a shame when I look at your frame
I know someday it will be dust

Not that the thought is that close
'Cause it's not but I guess it's just creeping up

Oh and it's not that bad, it's all this time we've had
Things that could be, became mystery, we'll never know instead
Oh, we're not too far gone, it hasn't been that long
Oh and our empty tea cup, is getting filled up
So we'll never have to dread getting old

Oh oh ohh, oh but it's not that bad, it's all this time we've had
The things that could be, became mystery, we'll never know instead
Oh, we're not too far gone, it hasn't been that long
Oh and our tea cup, is getting filled up
So we'll never have to dread getting old
Getting old, getting old, getting old