Borrowed Time

When I was younger, living confusion and deep despair
When I was younger, living illusion of freedom and power
When I was younger, full of ideas and broken dreams (my friend)
When I was younger, ah-hah, everything simple but not so clear
Living on borrowed time, without a thought for tomorrow

Now I am older, the more that I see the less that I know for sure
Now I am older, ah-hah, the future is brighter and now is the hour
Living on borrowed time, without a thought for tomorrow

Good to be older, would not exchange a single day in a year
Good to be older, ah-hah, less complication, everything clear
Living on borrowed time, without a thought for tomorrow

(Oh yes, it all seemed so bloody easy then
You know, like ‘What to wear? ’, very serious
Like, ‘Am I gonna get rid of the pimples? ’
‘Does she really love me? ’
All the crap
But now I don’t bother about that shit no more
I know she loves me!
All I’ve gotta bother about is standing up)