Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Brooklane
Interprète
Alex Anderson
Voix principales
Damon Gullicks
Basse électrique
Chance Stearns
Guitare électrique
Isaiah Folk
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Alex Anderson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jeff McKinnon
Production
Paroles
Take me back to the time when we were kids
Staying up, playing all our favorite songs
Never knew this would take over our lives
Day and night running from mistakes
But, it didn't stop us from chasing all our dreams
No one could ever cloud our vision
Don't tell me we'll be fine
Spending all our time back home
We've got to fight, or fuck this up
We'll do this on our own
Looking back on all the time that I have wasted
I feel ashamed of where I am, and where I should be right now
Thesе footprints on the road seem lost
We don't get much sleep around hеre
Bite myself, I smoke and pay the cost
'Cause I've seem much better days
We work too much and hardly play
But, I guess that's just a part of growing older
Holding on to what's left of my youth
Still don't know what I am going to do
Am I the only one without a clue?
And as the days go passing by
My dreams are fading in front of my eyes
Someone please help me find some truth
Don't tell me we'll be fine
Spending all our time back home
We've got to fight, or fuck this up
We'll do this on our own
Looking back on all the time that I have wasted
I feel ashamed of where I am, and where I should be right now
These footprints on the road seem lost
We don't get much sleep around here
Bite myself, I smoke and pay the cost
'Cause I've seem much better days
We work too much and hardly play
But, I guess that's just a part of growing older
Tell me what I'm missing, is anybody listening?
I guess I'll do it on my own
Sick of always stressing
Will I stop obsessing, over the things that drag me down?
I need a change of pace
I can't live my life on standby
What's the point of wasting my time
When I don't have enough to write these lines
These footprints on the road seem lost
We don't get much sleep around here
Bite myself, I smoke and pay the cost
'Cause I've seem much better days
We work too much and hardly play
But, I guess that's just a part of growing older
(Getting Old)
(These footprints on the road seem lost)
(Getting Old)
(These footprints on the road seem lost)
Writer(s): Alex Anderson
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