As my shoes grow smaller,
I forget,
That we're growing faster and faster,
Than we could guess.
One last look,
What you wrote. Grab your things we're leaving,
Take one last look at what you wrote,
Having trouble what you're seeing,
Gonna board the one way boat.
You would show me pictures,
Of when you were young,
Perfect preserved smile,
And a loaded gun.
Those green shades,
That you gave. Grab your things we're leaving,
Take one last look at what you wrote,
Having trouble what you're seeing,
Gonna board the one way boat.
Grab your things we're leaving,
Take one last look at what you wrote,
Having trouble what you're seeing,
Gonna board the one way boat.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI