歌词
I've been to Paris three times, still haven't seen the tower, my California sunshine, ashed out in whiskey sours, been running with my eyes closed, been asleep at the wheel, years gone with nothing to show, addicted to the unreal
give me a taste of the high life, all pleasure all the greed, been trying to cook up a good time, but the good life ain't free, sometimes I feel like a vampire, been allergic to the light, I feel the good times slipping on slipping on by
I've been treading a fine line between bliss and morning hell, my heads been spinning just right in a cerebral carousel, been trying to live in a moment, been trying to breathe the air, been trying to smell the roses from a self sentenced electric chair
give me a taste of the high life, all pleasure all the greed, been trying to cook up a good time, but the good life ain't free, sometimes I feel like a vampire, been allergic to the light, I feel the good times slipping on slipping on by
just like an hour glass, I'm falling through the cracks, been trying to make it trying to make it trying to make it last, and like the seasons pass, your twenties go so fast, I'm reaching for it reaching for it reaching for it back
give me a taste of the high life, all pleasure all the greed, been trying to cook up a good time, but the good life ain't free, sometimes I feel like a vampire, been allergic to the light, I feel the good times slipping on slipping on by
