Letra de ' Younger ' de French Wives

I walk these crowded hallways
I curse the ground beneath my seat
I’m on my faded glamour
I feel ungracious in defeat

I walk these crowded hallways
I curse the ground beneath my seat
I’m on my faded glamour
I feel ungracious in defeat

It’s an experiment
It’s not a masterpiece
You will discover this
You will eventually

I want my spark back
I need my torch lit
I don’t approach the hill
I feel I’m over it

I’ll stake my flag in the road where it bends
It’s just the start when it felt like the end
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

We need our luck changed
We need some blind faith
Your have your upswings
I have my down days

Maybe our future lies
Within the point of view
Everyone likes you
Nobody loves you

I will stake my flag in the road where it bends
It was just the start when it felt like the end

I wish I had started younger
I wish that I didn’t feel so weak
I wish I had found my marker
I wish I had started younger

When I lay my head
When I find my home
When I’m in the arms of those I know
When all is said
When all is done
You did your best
You gave your all

When I lay my head
When I find my home
When I’m in the arms of those I know
When all is said
When all is done
You did your best
You gave your all

When I lay my head
When I find my home
When I’m in the arms of those I know
When all is said
When all is done
You did your best
You gave your all

When I lay my head
When I find my home
When I’m in the arms of those I know
When all is said
When all is done
You did your best
You gave your all