Pontifexx, Iro and Bhaskar - Getting Old

Believe Me
I’m Running Dry
I Used To Have The Cool To Refill My High
But Now The Riffa Keeps Me
Oh, Trapped Inside
And I Keep Setting The Alarm But Still Miss My Ride

I’m Calling For You Please Don’t Go
Winter Is Coming And I’m So Cold
Dreams Are Like The Hand You Fold

Maybe I’m Just Getting Old
Mmmm...

And I Fall Behind
On Taxes Are Just Crippling
Me, I Go Blind
Came Back From Ibiza And I Lost My Mind
It’s Hard To Understand But I Still Need You To Say I’m Fine

I’m Calling For You Please Don’t Go
Winter Is Coming And I’m So Cold
Dreams Are Like The Hand You Fold

Maybe I’m Just Getting Old
Mmmm...

All My Sorrow, All My Pain
And I’m Just A Man
Ain’t Got No One To Blame
And Truth Be Told
I’m Getting Old

I’m Calling For You Please Don’t Go
Winter Is Coming And I’m So Cold
Dreams Are Like The Hand I Fold

I’m Just Getting Old
Mmmm...

It’s The Debt I Owe
Lies Are Truth Untold
I’m Just Getting Old
I’m Just Getting Old

Written by:
Tomas Pontifex Horn, Bhaskar Achkar Peres Petrillo, Ori Kabib, Pontifexx, Bhaskar

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