Old Bones کے بول

The wind is fucking up my hair Been watching clouds go by for hours Standing on the weathered dock Thinking of the times and what they cost me But was I ready To turn my back and run Into the setting sun? I don’t wanna grow old Sweet dreams I’ve been sold Opportunities passed me on my way back Life’s moving too fast Different cities through the glass All my struggles are captured In these photographs Faces in a crowded room In my silence, I’m consumed They shake my hand and strike a pose Posting memories so I’ll know That I was once known But when the moon is low Why do I feel so damn alone? I don’t wanna grow old Sweet dreams I’ve been sold Opportunities passed me on my way back Life’s moving too fast Different cities through the glass All my struggles are captured In these photographs I did what’s best for me With some uncertainty I climbed a mountain To embrace the things I couldn’t see Always been clear to me Just who I wanna be So far from chasin dreams Cause greatness comes to Those who never sleep I don’t wanna grow old Sweet dreams I’ve been sold Opportunities passed me on my way back Life’s moving too fast Different cities through the glass All my struggles are captured In these photographs I don’t wanna grow old Sweet dreams I’ve been sold Opportunities passed me on my way back Life’s moving too fast Different cities through the glass All my struggles are captured In these photographs I don’t wanna grow old Sweet dreams I’ve been sold Opportunities passed me on my way back home