Organized Life

In the summertime trying hard with your summer clothes
You expected more
With your heart jumping in your chest, jumping in your chest
Falling on the floor
You stay hidden in the shadows of the lane between the road
And the old house
A thousand lonely streets, let me run, let me run away
From the burned house
On the fast lane we go
Hi life, knocking at my door
I’m not ready to take it
Hi life, knocking at my door
I’m not ready to take it
Hi life, knocking at my door
Now you spend your life waiting for a sign, waiting for a sign, Living down
town in the old house
A thousand lonely years hiding in the ground, hiding in the ground,
living down town in the old house
On the fast lane we go
On the fast lane we go
On the fast lane we go
On the fast lane we go
I’m not ready to take it
Hi life, knocking at my door
I’m not ready to take it
Hi life, knocking at my door
I’m not ready to take it
Hi life, knocking at my door
I’m not ready to take it
Hi life, knocking at my door