Kings
What am I gonna do when they come barging in?
Sometimes there's nothing in the world
Worse than remembering everything
And I put on my makeup, and tighten my boxing gloves
And I wait for them fixing my eyes
Recalling nearly everything glorious back in the days
When we were kings
They kept changing us
Used to being so young
They just kept changing us
Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps?
I am a thousand mirrors scratching in a million beds
I am the guy and nearly made it
But no one here remembers it
And I put on my makeup, and tighten my boxing gloves
And I wait for them fixing my eyes
Recalling nearly everything glorious back in the days
When we were kings
They kept changing us
Used to being so young
They just kept changing us
Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps?
They keep changing and changing and changing and changing us
They keep changing and changing and changing and changing us
They keep changing and changing and changing and changing us
And I put my makeup on
And I tighten my boxing gloves
And I dream of the hour, the moment
The pasts, the golden days
When we were kings
They kept changing us
Used to being so young
They just kept changing us
Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps?
Sometimes there's nothing in the world
Worse than remembering everything
And I put on my makeup, and tighten my boxing gloves
And I wait for them fixing my eyes
Recalling nearly everything glorious back in the days
When we were kings
They kept changing us
Used to being so young
They just kept changing us
Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps?
I am a thousand mirrors scratching in a million beds
I am the guy and nearly made it
But no one here remembers it
And I put on my makeup, and tighten my boxing gloves
And I wait for them fixing my eyes
Recalling nearly everything glorious back in the days
When we were kings
They kept changing us
Used to being so young
They just kept changing us
Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps?
They keep changing and changing and changing and changing us
They keep changing and changing and changing and changing us
They keep changing and changing and changing and changing us
And I put my makeup on
And I tighten my boxing gloves
And I dream of the hour, the moment
The pasts, the golden days
When we were kings
They kept changing us
Used to being so young
They just kept changing us
Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps?
Credits
Writer(s): Fridolin Nordsoe, Michael Moller, Frederick Nordsoe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.