27 Songtext
von Hayley Mary

We watch the lives of stars and vagabonds
What future lies, your house gets carried on
Is shining in the eyes of whores who open doors
So you can have it all at the age of twenty-seven

It started out as something new, as pure as gold
You find your voice to inspiration, try to break the mould
Each curtain that comes down
A pattern gets frighteningly clear
And you′re broken when you've found
You′re medium, you wanna be rare

And I see it oh so clear now, life from the outside
You go gold or you get cleared out, down on thе south side


Oh, so come and watch the skies with stars and vagabonds
And tell me now, what future cloud shall I get married on?
Come on down, you pimps disguised as charming radicals
Will hear that battle cry at the turning of the heavens

And I see it oh so clear now, life from the outside
You go gold or you get cleared out, down on the south side

Like all them has-beens, laughing matter to young city folk
You weren't worried about me then, why worry about me now?
Don't worry about a thing, ooh
It′s like metals in my blood and I strayed to pop somehow
But I will return again

If I don′t die this time, may I come back stronger
At the turning heaven
And if they don't come down now, may I stay up longer
Again for twenty-seven
If I don′t die this time, may I come back stronger
At the turning heaven
If they don't come down now, may I stay up longer
Again for twenty-seven