Growing Old

Every man has his daemons
They were born out of past wrongs
Sometimes you realize they were there when you were born

You know their names
See their faces in your torments
You know the things they whisper
Now you believe me
When I tell you we are growing old

Every man stands his grounds
No matter what comes tomorrow
Sometimes you realize
You should run just to get it over with

Echoes of voices
Of faces in the moonbeams
You believe me
When I tell you we're growing old

Old age on me is dawning
I can feel it in my breaking bones
I remember now what it feels
Like to be born, be a new born

Every man knows his feelings
Fire pouring out of his mind
Sometimes you realize
You were lost when they arose

You know the torture
And feel the pain down your spin
You call their name in a breath
Now you believe me
When I tell you we're growing old



Credits
Writer(s): Aurélien Meyer, Frederic Lichtenberger, Helene Braeuner, Magali Lanoy
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