O Old My Love

I’m afraid of this future too
I have scares in me just like you
Wind in our hair love in our eyes
Let’s not be old and boring
Solitude in crowded rooms
Walk the crocked shoulder
With mud on our shoes
Gold diggers hypnotized fools
Let’s not be corrupted and mindless
We keep twisting our heads in their leach
From the clock to the doors
Just like you I’m wondering what to do
Just like you I’m wondering what’s going on
And when the rain hits the ground
My limbs shiver like a storm tree
Will your comfort take me in
Under your umbrella sky
Little eyes little lies
Little eyes little lies
Brooding stars over strange clouds
Put something before this night