U1
The Fly
The past grabs me by the arm
He shows me the way to the start
To the first times
And I let it drive my car
And I see everything he tries to hide,
All the second meanings behind,
The words he finds
To fuck with my mind.
And life is always going backwards
Slowly counting down the hours
And no one's getting any younger
But my mind is still a teenager.
The past drags me to the ground
He draws me back to the sounds
That I once heard
The music of the bad moments,
All the specials he keeps for me
That he knows I'm gonna see
He always reminds
To fuck with my mind.
And life is always going backwards
And I am starting all over.
I know that to age
Is to go to hell
I read the last page
And it ends well.
He shows me the way to the start
To the first times
And I let it drive my car
And I see everything he tries to hide,
All the second meanings behind,
The words he finds
To fuck with my mind.
And life is always going backwards
Slowly counting down the hours
And no one's getting any younger
But my mind is still a teenager.
The past drags me to the ground
He draws me back to the sounds
That I once heard
The music of the bad moments,
All the specials he keeps for me
That he knows I'm gonna see
He always reminds
To fuck with my mind.
And life is always going backwards
And I am starting all over.
I know that to age
Is to go to hell
I read the last page
And it ends well.