Türler : Pop
I see this life like a swinging vine,
Swing my heart across the line
In my face is flashing signs,
Seek it out and ye shall find.
Old but I'm not that old
Young but I'm not that bold
And I don't think the world is sold
I'm just doing what we're told
And I I I I feel something so right by doing the wrong thing
And I I I I feel something so wrong by doing the right thing
I could lie, couldn't I, couldn't I?
Every thing that kills me makes me feel alive.