Tekstovi: Vandaveer. Roman Candle.

Rev your engines
Cross your hearts
We're sailing off to mars
We're the travelers from afar

Pass cast aways on ship wrecks stars
Dark in empty bars
We're light years on this cruise
You wait half your life for a brand new start
You learned your lines, you end your part
You're all battered up and bruised

You always had a roman candle for a heart
Now you gotta firm grip on things for a start
I suppose that's a part of growing old
Oh oh growing old

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Oooh

You always had a roman candle for a heart
Now you gotta firm grip on things for a start
I suppose that's a part of growing old
Oh oh growing old

You rickashayed then you marooned (?)
A spaceship on the moon
You left town with a sonic boom
But gravity pulled you back home
Down to earth and all alone
You cast victory over stones
Soon you mellowed soon you broke
With a softer voice you spoke:
Progress beyond reproach

You always had a roman candle for a heart
Now you gotta firm grip on things for a start
I suppose that's a part of growing old
Oh oh growing old

You always had a roman candle for a heart
Now you gotta firm grip on things for a start
I suppose that's a part of growing old
Oh oh growing old

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