Pale Young Gentlemen
I Wasn't Worried
They robbed an answer from the pocketsof the good old days. It was simple yp tothen. Now I hold the fire in a worried way.I guard the fire from the wind.I like to tell you that you're pretty, itwarms your face. And I am a winnerevery time. Don't break my heart withyour common sense, don't throw my heartagainst the wind.I wasn't worried about it, but I watch itcloser now. I wasn't worried about it at all.I wait for the moment and I wait forthe moment's cue, and I do the bestthat I can. With my bellows out and acomic grace I rob the pockets of our goodold days.Chorus
From Letras Mania