Letra de Old Age Takes Too Long

I give good headaches
I'm made of mistakes
A disease named after me
Haunts the adjustment fakes
Woah, woah, woah, woah
I'm just a thing
A dull shape, a cliché
A figure of speech
Taught to forget in full swing
Woah, woah, woah, woah
The scavenger feeds
Circling dead memories
I'm told to mend my own heart
I've tossed out every piece
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Full swing, full swing, full swing, full swing