Letras
Made to be faded, born to be old
A little pretending always got you the perfect role
Different era, not of your time
Holes in the sidewalk, holes in your jeans
Sliding to first stop
Hard at work or so it seems
Really just hot-dog your way to the top
I know I haven't a new thing to say
But the words come easy, then fade away
It's what you do when you're faced with discomfort
Maybe kiss your lover, frozen yogurt
(Leaving everything open up)
You look like a prisoner without the time
Sticking your head out of the office to let it shine
You're making no difference, man
You're drawing no line
Mondays are better, the yahoos went home
Drinking a vintage sucker fish right from the bone
You know the Swedish know music, man
But do they know mine?
I know I haven't a new thing to say
But the words come easy, then fade away
It's what you do when you're faced with discomfort
Maybe kiss your lover, frozen yogurt
(Leaving everything open up)
