Bicycle Songtext
von Plankeye
Bicycle Songtext
I have a wife
And together we live
In a very small room
And yesterday she lost
Her car broke down
And now I ride a bicycle
And you say I told you so
You were much too young to get married
And I say you′re way too old
And when did you stop living anyway
As I ride my bike
With my safety helmet on
In white tennis shoes
They stare at me
But I see through their eyes
Maybe you just don't remember
And you say I told you so
You were much too young to get married
And I say you′re way too old
And when did you stop living anyway
You say I told you so
You were much too young to get married
And I say you're way too old
And when did you stop living anyway
This place that I'm supposed to be
Is not a chair or a desk, in front of a mirror
Can′t you see that it′s not here or there or anywhere
But it's speaking distance with God
Where can you go that′s too far
Because I can worship Him anywhere
Yeah, I can worship Him anywhere
And you say I told you so
You were much too young to get married
And I say you're way too old
And when did you stop living anyway
And together we live
In a very small room
And yesterday she lost
Her car broke down
And now I ride a bicycle
And you say I told you so
You were much too young to get married
And I say you′re way too old
And when did you stop living anyway
As I ride my bike
With my safety helmet on
In white tennis shoes
They stare at me
But I see through their eyes
Maybe you just don't remember
And you say I told you so
You were much too young to get married
And I say you′re way too old
And when did you stop living anyway
You say I told you so
You were much too young to get married
And I say you're way too old
And when did you stop living anyway
This place that I'm supposed to be
Is not a chair or a desk, in front of a mirror
Can′t you see that it′s not here or there or anywhere
But it's speaking distance with God
Where can you go that′s too far
Because I can worship Him anywhere
Yeah, I can worship Him anywhere
And you say I told you so
You were much too young to get married
And I say you're way too old
And when did you stop living anyway
Writer(s): Luis Garcia, Eric Balmer, Scott Silletta, Adam Ferry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

