Paroles de The Art Of Parties

Once I was young Once I was smart Now I'm living on the edge of my nerves The things we said weren't quite so tough When we were young Well I'm burning I'm burning buildings I'm building this time For the art of parties Under heavy weather The art of parties I'm burning, burning I'm living I'm living my life I'm living This time The wind blew through my hair Once I was young I'd shelter from the sun Once I was smart We lived on the strength of our nerves When we were young Well I'm burning I'm burning buildings I'm building this time