85

When she was 45, they gave her 40 years, 40 years to die
But why oh why oh why
He pulled his heart away and said his last goodbye
Too soon to die, we’ll need more time when we’re 85
The pavement felt so sweet
Colored lines, overwhelming heat
It was a beautiful, beautiful thing
I’d give a lot, I’d burn my tongue to drink
To feel something
We’ll need more time when we’re 85
We’ll need more time when we’re 85
And if you disappear
You’ll disappear for years and years and years
And all the sounds you like to hear
The sounds you like to hear so clear
We’ll need more time when we’re 85
We’ll need more time when we’re 85