Woorden: Company of Thieves. Ordinary Riches. Under the Umbrella.

This train is moving so fast
I don?t even know where it?s going
A tunnel is up on the left
I guess everybody?s guessing

They?re growing so old
They?re growing so old
Growin? old.

In your house in your hell with pills
You?re growin? so old you cant even feel this
In your house alone with the phone
You?re growin? so old you cant even hear this

It?s ten A.M. in the diner
A man is waiting in front of me
Living by dreams through his planner
One day none of it will mean a thing

He?ll see he?s growing so old
I?m growing so old


In your house in your hell with pills
you?re growin? so old you cant even feel this
In your house alone with the phone
you?re growin? so old you cant even hear this

Oh we try and remember hazy days
Mixing up medication
Take it down ?till you find your way
Oh we try and remember lazy days
Hiding under umbrellas
Dizzy dancing to the grave

You?re in the room
Under the umbrella
Hiding from all the rainfall
Hiding from it all
Nothing?s ever enough