Love On Borrowed Time

When I was younger, ah-ah
Living confusion and deep despair
When I was younger, ah-ah
Living illusion of freedom and power
When I was younger, ah-ah
Full of ideals and broken dreams, my friend
When I was younger, ah-ah
Everything simple but not so clear
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba — mm — ba-ba-ba-ba
Now I am older, uh-huh
The more I see the less I know for sure
Now I am older, ah-ah
The future is brighter and now is the hour
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Good to be older, uh-huh
Would not exchange a singe day or year
Good to be older, ah-ah, (mm, babe!)
Less complications, everything clear
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
«Oh yes, it all seemed so bloody easier then
You know, like what to wear, very serious like
You know, am I gonna get the little pimples?
Does she really love me, all that crap
But now I don’t bother about that shit no more
I know she loves me! All I gotta bother about is standing up.»
Uh-doo-doo-doo-doo-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah…
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-uh
«alright, you can get out of that now.»
Uh-uh-uh-uh