Paroles de Weathervane

I can go with the flow or swim, It depends on the mood I’m in I’ve been lying to myself through the years But I guess that’s what keeps me here There she stands and stares just to feed myinsecurity Well, my friends say things behind my back But again, that’s just what I think How fast can the wind blow? How strong am I now? Am I good to go? Growing old makes me feel like giving up Waking up is just too heavy to carry on There she stands and stares just to feed myinsecurity Well, my friends say things behind my back