Alive In The Age Of Worry

Love on the weekend - I'm busted up but I'm loving every minute of it

The magic and the misery come and go so easily. But everything you’ll ever be, you already are to me.

You've got a face to call home.

I'm waiting on the day when my life on the run bleaches out in the sun and shows my age.

You and me been catching on like wildfire.

So scared of getting older, I'm only good at being young. So I play the numbers game to find a way to say that life has just begun.

You can tell that something isn't right when all your heroes are in black and white.

So what? So I've got a smile on? But it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head. Don't believe me when I say I've got it down.