Kick the fence
Settle down on the outskirts of an island
I'll build a house with a garden and a nice view
A big facade overlooking the ocean
And if it's gods will maybe a family too
You don't have to depend on it
But hear my words
We might as well kick the fence
When our legs still work
I'll be too old to be worrying about anything
I'll have blossomed the faith that develops with maturity
I'll be laced up in regrets, forgiveness and my wedding ring
The wrinkles on my face will share my skin's history
Why do you rush things
Why can't you find relief in that we all disappear one day
You don't have to depend on it
But hear my words
We might as well kick the fence
When our legs still work
I'm getting older
And I'm getting tired
I'm forgetting my purpose
And I live on a landslide
I'm trying to forget you
But everything just brings me back
I'm starting to lose me
But I'm all that I have ever had
It's funny how a network of years can make you eighty eight
Drive to the city, buy a coffee, live a soft life
You've had time to think of your tiny part in the demographic
Since you retired from your 9 to 5
Why do you rush things
Why can't you find relief in that we all disappear one day
And I might be a hypocrite
But I know for sure that time heals in magnificent ways
You don't have to depend on it
But hear my words
We might as well kick the fence
When our legs still work
We might as well kick the fence
When our legs still work
I'll build a house with a garden and a nice view
A big facade overlooking the ocean
And if it's gods will maybe a family too
You don't have to depend on it
But hear my words
We might as well kick the fence
When our legs still work
I'll be too old to be worrying about anything
I'll have blossomed the faith that develops with maturity
I'll be laced up in regrets, forgiveness and my wedding ring
The wrinkles on my face will share my skin's history
Why do you rush things
Why can't you find relief in that we all disappear one day
You don't have to depend on it
But hear my words
We might as well kick the fence
When our legs still work
I'm getting older
And I'm getting tired
I'm forgetting my purpose
And I live on a landslide
I'm trying to forget you
But everything just brings me back
I'm starting to lose me
But I'm all that I have ever had
It's funny how a network of years can make you eighty eight
Drive to the city, buy a coffee, live a soft life
You've had time to think of your tiny part in the demographic
Since you retired from your 9 to 5
Why do you rush things
Why can't you find relief in that we all disappear one day
And I might be a hypocrite
But I know for sure that time heals in magnificent ways
You don't have to depend on it
But hear my words
We might as well kick the fence
When our legs still work
We might as well kick the fence
When our legs still work
Credits
Writer(s): Mila Bea Comaroff, Rich Huxley, Roo Pigott
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