Suppose this means we're not on holiday anymore
The truth flows like wine
Through the vines so in vein
You'll cut yourself looking through a broken window
You see this is a weak man's world
Oh no, I cannot shake this feeling off my bones
The damage is done
Now it's time to let it go
Carried away on dumb feet
I've got to run with it before I lose my touch
This isn't the time to be standing still
Better burnt out then turned to rust
This is a weak man's world
It's first come first serve at the fountain of youth
We had everything
We had nothing to lose
When your eyes are filled with simple music
You'll see this is a weak man's world
Young branches take the bends they're given
These pa**ing years will steal one thing after another
So smile without reason