Texty
I got the devil in my backyard
He’s waiting right there every time I go out Could close my eyes but it’s just too hard To look away when he is screaming so loud
Tellin’ me the clockhand’s spinnin’ fast
And beauty’s something that just doesn’t last Written on my skin: the chances lost
Pointing to the clock, the moment’s passed
But you know what
I get a little older
I get a little wiser
Maybe a little colder but I’m smarter now You know what
I know a little better
That Age/H is a letter (get it)
That can never ever hold me down
I got the devil’s voice in my head Whispering you’re too old to try and fail Clouding my brightest dreams in dark red Turning my hopes into a fairytale
I can feel the clockhand spinnin’ fast Tellin’ me to lay my dreams to rest Written on my skin: the chances lost Did I sell my soul for moments passed?
but you know what
I get a little older
I get a little wiser
Maybe a little colder but I’m smarter (in Produktion ein „Ding“) now You know what
I know a little better
That Age/H is a letter (got it)
That can never ever hold me down
Written by: Christina M. Horn, Lukas Plöchl, PAENDA