Lyrics: Quinn Oulton
Music: Quinn Oulton
Running in circles a crown on my head
Freedom to dream and to trust and be fed
It dawns on me maybe I’ ve lived through the best
Age is a symptom and life is the test
Born free
Built to run
Climb trees
And feel young
Thin skinned
Precious one
Not tarnished by the edge of every setting
Son look at me
I tell the truth
Once upon a time
I was just like you
Lying down
All sweet, rosey cheeked
But somehow well aware that
This could be the peak
Through the door
Touch the floor
The grass has way more texture than before
Some is thicker some is thin
And in between there’ s all the dirt that sticks and hides your fingerprints
Cracks appear
Pressure builds
Imperfections left from lessons learnt and lessons dealt
Life’ s a bitch
I know the drill
I jumped the ditch, now where’ s the hill?
When I was a kid I would lie in my bed
I’ d savour the feeling no aches and no stress
It dawns on me maybe I’ ve lived through the best
Age is a symptom and life is the test
Doctor doctor have I got the sickness
Lately something’ s flipped I used to get the twitches
Still I’ d feel the height of high and low of lows
Now even when I light the fire, the flame’ s more like a subtle glow
Learnt to stop the spiral take control
Force a smile, laugh until it holds
But are the lines around the eyes from simpler times
Or lack of sleep? We’ ll never know
We’ ll never know
I’ ll never know
Tears build up I stop the flow
Got a feeling maybe young Quinn was on the right lines
If not a little on the nose