Paroles de 36

And like any other monday, promise of discipline, at the end of the day there is always something new to fix. And my windows are open but my closet´s not clean, every winter seems shorter as I´m counting up to 36. See the steps in the ballroom, I still doubt in between, always late to all the parties, I had to learn some dirty tricks. Now I´m not getting wiser but I still fit in my jeans, time is building me a room that I still can´t find at 36. Who´s talking? who listens? Who´s turning off? Who´s got it? Who missed it? Who´s still in love? Someday back to my hometown, nothing else to conceal, I will shake off my boots, say that I was never 36.