Impossibles, The
The Week Of August First
So I go down to my deepest depths And lose the things I'd learned to accept
Like faith in promises
I think about the truth I hold
Compared to the bitter fruits of getting old
Just like my father says
This is a test:
To see if my worst still can beat my best
This is a test:
A measurement of my failure or success
It's just my sophmore jinx
It's all come back to me
I built up bad times in the cracks in my securities
Letras de cancionesBut will I steer right
Will my laundry stay white
Whenever I lose sight of my plight
But I still turn my back and look the other way
Sustain myself with all work and no play
It's life but far from living
And my views become naturally corrupt
When my friends and enemies get mixed up
My lesson's learned after the fact
And so my palms get sweaty and I can't read the answers on my hand
From Letras Mania