I’ve got a morbid view of life past 22
When the banks of the Rhein are still fresh in my mind
Even cool spring breeze cuts like a knife
As I realise I’ve lost control of my life
Won’t you come on over?
And we’ll share this existential crisis
And the thrill
You can bring the wine
And I’ll bring my will
My will
Bring my will
My will
Bring my will
My will to f#ckin’ live
The blossom from the trees looks like snow
That’s pretty ironic
‘Cause I’m feeling pretty wintery now
The seeds we’ve sown are long overgrown
And the Reaper’s been creepin’ whеn I’m on my own
Won’t you come on over?
And we’ll sharе this existential crisis
And the thrill
You can bring the wine
And I’ll bring my will
My will
Bring my will
My will
Bring my will
My will to f#ckin’ live
And I’ll excuse myself from your life
The moonlight glistens off the bridge where I’ll soon learn how to fly
‘Cause all I am is a crumbling castle of sand
All I am is a crumbling castle of sand
All I am is a crumbling castle of sand
‘Cause all I am is a crumbling castle of sand
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