Eleven, Twelve

We don’t live we’re tired with aching muscles
We don’t live we’re tied up; they’ve tied us up to strings
I’ve come full circle in my head it doesn’t seem that detailed
We don’t live we’re tired; we’re always sleeping
We don’t live we’re tied up, well here we go again
On the run and I’m tired but I’m restless
It’s catching up I can feel it when the wind blows
Maybe all that I need is to surrender
And feel some burn from the fire in the unknown
Now my love (now my love), it’s time to grow old a rich man
Now my dear (now my dear), come if you want on an adventure
Noooowww
They don’t live they’re tired with angry voices
They don’t live they’re tied up; they’d cut them if they ran
I’m wasting time, that’s all I have
So it’s more like I’m wasting life
They don’t live they’re tired; I’ve seen them sleeping
Just wake up, wake up, you’re living in a dream
I’m the seeds that will one day be a jungle
I’m the clouds that will one day bring you thunder
I’m a ghost, you’re the house that I’m haunting
You’re the flame, I’m the fire in the unknown
Now my love (now my love), it’s time to grow old a rich man
Now my dear (now my dear), come if you want on an adventure
Noooowww
(Eleven Twelve)
Now my love (now my love), it’s time to grow old a rich man
Now my dear (now my dear), come if you want on an adventure
Noooowww