Wool Songtext
von Purson

Pick a card girl
Any card is right
The world is on my plate
But I′ve been already aged
Time to grow up
Keep the show up to date
Show me where to start
And I'll show you how it ends
Chasing paper down a rabbit hole where
Youth and laughter hang so thick in the air
Let me stay and let me play
And give me time to make my mind But outside the lines where I grew flying there
Flying there
Flying there
Flying there
Flying there
Time to tear the black wool from my eyes
No time to mourn the dead
When you′ve got to feed your head
Keep a little one for later on
When the curtains draw
And I forget about this song