Kent About Golden Years
Sometimes its hard to make those noises disappear.
Inside my head, behind my eyes, between my ears.
You try to tell me its delusion and plain fear.
I close my eyes and just pretend I didnt hear.
And I try.
Yes I try.
And I try so hard.
Time goes by,
Yes it flies when you try to catch a star.
I hate it when Im sober and I love it when Im drunk.
Everything is deadly, you get cancer in the sun.
I hear his voice and it is cigarettes and tears.
He is the thin, white duke singing about golden years
And I try.
Yes I try.
And I try so hard.
Time goes by,
Yes it flies when you try to catch a star.
