Dying Old Songtext
von Eyelit

Thought I′d lay it out on paper
Because it's all in my head
See, there′s this girl I met last winter
She brought me back from my grave

And the sound of her voice
I sing over in my head
The touch of her skin is to die for


See the wind at my back is easy
And the light up ahead
Looks good but I'm staying
And the sound of the rain
It's sure pretty, but I want you
Living life with you
My life with you
Is all I want to do
All I want to do
All I want to do

Growing old
Singing old
Crying old
Dying old