Sorts - No Age

Whatever starts in my head

Will stay with me to the end

A pleasant life, I don’t want

And I’m planning my descent

All around without you

Run around without you

Breathing in my cold

Don’t want in you want to know

The wind is like a bitter plan

No one seems to understand

Everyone except you

No one except you

Rush to the cold

My little one

Save me

Believe it

Thought I was done

Question my words

Come around

Terrified of the thought

You can believe it or not

Not sure where I’m gonna stand

When I find it in the end

When I’m standing without you

When I’m standing without you

Wise to your cold

No one’s my one

I fell asleep

And fell to my feet

Praying is not my belief

I don’t want to be a better one

Won’t believe it in the end

I’m not ready for the world you know

Where am I at in the end?

La la la without you

La la la la without you

La la la where’s the truth

La la la la where’s the truth