Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Fine Art Of Falling Apart, artist - Paint It Black. Date of issue: 20.07.2003
Song language: English
The Fine Art Of Falling Apart |
| We hit the streets with fast beats. |
| No surrender and no retreat. |
| Back then, «get in the van"was our battle cry, even though half the time we |
| couldn’t see eye to eye. |
| A lot of heart, a little luck, and just a pinch of self-destruct. |
| If I knew then what I know now, I’d do it all the same. |
| The amp’s shut down, vacuum tubes have grown cold. |
| Am I getting soft? |
| Am I getting old? |
| Am I starting to rot? |
| Ready or not… flip the switch, hit the bricks this is all I’ve got. |
| Feet flat, broken back. |
| How do we get ourselves back on track? |
| We try to do it right but everything goes wrong. |
| Did you know that I’m still in love with that song? |