I’m a house that no one lives in.
I’ve been metaphors for my whole life, 
Intend to try again, last time, I’m
Over, over, over, over,
Understanding, 
All you touch and see’s all there is,
Now my mind declines to care, 

Its cold, 
Knowing what the future holds, 
But no, 
No don’t fear getting old.

There are holes in all the clothes you lent me, 
If I didn’t exist you would have to invent me, 
I’m playing with the truth, playing with the truth
What else am I to do…
Its all I ever knew.
Put on the kettle and listen intently,
If I didn’t exist you would have to invent me, 
I’m playing with the truth, playing with the truth
What else am I to do
Its all I ever knew.

I’m the victim who never gives in, 
Men are animals for their whole lives
Intend to try again, next time I’m 
Bolder, bolder, bolder, ecstasy and gold, 
I don’t believe in love or fairies,
Sometimes I try to try, it varies.

No, knowing what the future holds 
Is cold, 
But don’t fear getting old.