Letra de Fairweather

it's a strange thing to be so far away from yourself that you can't feel yourself spinning down you're winding down there are some days where you can't see the eye for the skull behind it make up your mind it's a fine line just in time all the sweet things are gone from your mouth all your story-book birds have flown south you get cold and mean you get old and lean you get all tied up in making the scene a little touch up makes you look obscene chorus i want to sparkle i want to shine i want to be everything divine but i spend my time falling into line behind these fairweather friends of mine