I don't have much luck these days With far too much time Lost a lot of my rhythm In this bubble of mine I would sure like to help you I will give you my word Then I'II fly away, brother Float away like a bird
You don't get much dignity You don't get much sense of pride When your mind gets too narrow And your nose gets too wide I breathe and I'm tryin' In my cauldron tonight Though a part of me's dyin' There's a part come alive
'Cause I had a dream last night That you were beside me Two kids in the garden And your love behind me Though today may tastе bitter Maybe tomorrow is gold Lord, wanna get happy Bеfore I get old
So I took out some paper And I dug out a pen Poured myself out some water And I rinsed out the gin I spoke of my dream that night In the greatest detail Of my beautiful children And my sweet Abigail
Ah, but before she can find me Before I can let her in Before no sweet happy endin' Let the battle begin Let the trumpets blow Valhalla Let the soldier arise Lord, let Abigail catch me When I fall from the skies
'Cause I had a dream last night That you were beside me Two kids in the garden And all this behind me Though today may taste bitter Maybe tomorrow is gold Lord, I wanna get happy Before I get old
Lord, I wanna get happy Before I get old Lord, I wanna get happy Before I get old
Compositor: Paolo Giovanni Nutini (PRS)Editor: Warner/chappell Music Publishing Limited (PRS)Administração: Warner/chappell Music Publishing Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #34912333 em 19/Abr/2024