Weak Man's World - Aking

Suppose this means we’re not on holiday anymore

The truth flows like wine

Through the vines so in vein

You’ll cut yourself looking through a broken window

You see this is a weak man’s world

Oh no, I cannot shake this feeling off my bones

The damage is done

Now it’s time to let it go

Carried away on dumb feet

I’ve got to run with it before I lose my touch

This isn’t the time to be standing still

Better burnt out then turned to rust

This is a weak man’s world

It’s first come first serve at the fountain of youth

We had everything

We had nothing to lose

When your eyes are filled with simple music

You’ll see this is a weak man’s world

Young branches take the bends they’re given

These passing years will steal one thing after another

So smile without reason