Suppose this means we're not on holiday anymore The truth flows like wine Through the vines so in vein You'll cut yourself looking through a broken window You see this is a weak man's world Oh no, I cannot shake this feeling off my bones The damage is done Now it's time to let it go Carried away on dumb feet I've got to run with it before I lose my touch This isn't the time to be standing still Better burnt out then turned to rust This is a weak man's world It's first come first serve at the fountain of youth We had everything We had nothing to lose When your eyes are filled with simple music You'll see this is a weak man's world Young branches take the bends they're given These passing years will steal one thing after another So smile without reason