Catatonia Blow The Millennium, Blow
Your imagination runs wild
Sitting on the fence you call your home these days
Better take care, you don't ask for help
But some day you might need it
And all the while the leaves turn brown
Fall off the trees and are blown around
Your feet there's no good pushing them away
They'll always come back, just like the fears in your head
Life, ain't what like it used to be
Life, ain't what like it used to be
So sit on your hands, rattle on your tongue
It's a shaking head and sit back on your chair
No good wishing it away, but move it all on
Right back to haunt you
And all the while the leaves turn brown
Fall off the trees and are blown around
Your feet there's no good pushing them away
They'll always come back, come right back to haunt you
Life, ain't what like it used to be
Life, ain't what like it used to be
Life, ain't what like it used to be
Life, ain't what like it used to be
