It annoys me, it takes
Too much time
To hahe to do things like
Bigger people, impeccably
It annoys me to make my bed
Every morning,
Whereas nobody comes in
Desperately
Glad some evenings
I make myself beautiful for you
I call you for seeing you
The time of another last drink
I leave my schoolbag at home
When I drone myself in your black eyes
I have 8 years and dust
Ouh
I send them up in the air
Ouh
8 years and dust
Ouh
I send them up in the air
Ouh
They annoy me the bills
And the deadlines
I'm not a fan of finances
Unfortunately
They annoy me these girls
Who are just in time
Who separate the white of the other colours
Like a child game
Glad some days
When I start suffocate
You call me for a walk
Hand in hand the of believe
That I have nothing to do
Except drone myself in your black eyes
I have 8 years and dust
Ouh
I send them up in the air
Ouh
8 years and dust
Ouh
I send them up in the air
Ouh
The time the time flies
Everything goes as the light years
However I am feeling small
When you look at me with your smile over
I have 8 years and dust
Ouh
I send them up in the air
Ouh
8 years and dust
Ouh
I send them up in the air
Ouh