Lyrics

I get older

Pictures of the moments that used to be
See them hanging down on my wall
Sounds of conversations boring to me
Are echoing around in the hall

I get older
But that's ok for now
I get older
I must be getting better somehow

Lateral thinking, enthusiasm
Are brandied in the conference room
Rational linking of abysses and chiasms
Are supposed to shed a light in the gloom

I get older
But that's alright for now
I get older
I must be getting better somehow

It's either the last gasp of adolescence
And kind of pleasant
Or the first signs of obsolescence
Then, rather unpleasant
Like drops of acid rain