| Counting back the days |
| When we would run away |
| And swear until our graves |
| Not to change who we are for anyone |
| It feels like so far ago now love |
| 'Cause nothing ever sticks |
| It’s all remiss |
| Why can’t I resist hitting 26 |
| It hit me like a ton of bricks |
| Maybe I should roll with it |
| 'Cause I’ve got mine (I've got mine) |
| And you’ve got yours (And you’ve got yours) |
| I’m learning all the time |
| How to grow a little more |
| I know, we don’t need to see another innocent life lost |
| So blame it on the people with the prejudiced minds' fault |
| That don’t mean you can get away by posting up a black box |
| It’s hard to speak up, what have I got? |
| People need the room to breathe |
| And not be left out on the street |
| Now how can you say «It don’t affect me» |
| Is this life now, on repeat? |
| Counting back the days |
| Since we’ve been locked away |
| It feels like something’s changed |
| And I don’t know where you’ve gone |
| Tell me somehow you’ll cope |
| Time goes out like a light that’s flashing by |
| And turning a little bit more monochrome each time it comes around |
| So before you end up lying there stone cold |
| Please remember that it only takes one to show that it’s not the end so |
| What’s the answer? |
| People need the room to breathe |
| And not be left out on the street |
| Now how can you say «It don’t affect me» |
| Is this life now, on repeat? |
| I don’t need to feel like I’m a rolling stone |
| Fading out, changing tones |
| A perfect imposition of the sun’s setting light |
| But I’m better red than dead |
| The colour’s in my head |
| I know, we don’t need to see another innocent life lost |
| So before you end up lying there stone cold |
| Please believe and remember that it only takes one to show that it’s not the |
| end so (It's not miles away, got to corroborate, ask for any information) |
| What’s the answer? (We gotta make a change) |
| People need the room to breathe |
| And not be left out on the street |
| Now how can you say «It don’t affect me» |
| Is this life now, on repeat? |