Oldways Songtext
von Säm Wilder
Oldways Songtext
And I get by through all the stories we made up
And I know why my life don′t meet expectation (why)
Well, time again I lack destination
Says you, says you
I love it when it don't change, don′t change
Into something so strange (so strange)
There's something about the old days
Old ways, they're failing me
Still, I get by with all the stories I make up
My life still dependent on make-believe
I′m tired of smoking all my potential
It′s true
Some people might say it's the news, the new you!
How can I just keep alternating between my blues, my blues
Notice in every conversation I keep my cool
That′s why I'm who they say, that′s when I got the name
I love it when it don't change, don′t change
Into something so strange, (so strange)
There's something 'bout the old days, old ways, they′re failing me
I love it when it don′t change, don't change
Into something so strange, (so strange)
There′s something 'bout the old days, old ways, they′re failing me
Thought I left you in the past
Tension rises up in smoke
In a palace made of glass
Come convince me I'm the one
I believe the lies I sow
String the wool and reap the gold
My old ways might succeed
Who the old me used to be
And I know why my life don′t meet expectation (why)
Well, time again I lack destination
Says you, says you
I love it when it don't change, don′t change
Into something so strange (so strange)
There's something about the old days
Old ways, they're failing me
Still, I get by with all the stories I make up
My life still dependent on make-believe
I′m tired of smoking all my potential
It′s true
Some people might say it's the news, the new you!
How can I just keep alternating between my blues, my blues
Notice in every conversation I keep my cool
That′s why I'm who they say, that′s when I got the name
I love it when it don't change, don′t change
Into something so strange, (so strange)
There's something 'bout the old days, old ways, they′re failing me
I love it when it don′t change, don't change
Into something so strange, (so strange)
There′s something 'bout the old days, old ways, they′re failing me
Thought I left you in the past
Tension rises up in smoke
In a palace made of glass
Come convince me I'm the one
I believe the lies I sow
String the wool and reap the gold
My old ways might succeed
Who the old me used to be
Writer(s): Julian Weijers, Säm Beekwilder Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

