memories from my childhood
in this life that moves on
in the end, a bit of luck
in this life that moves on
you gotta get used to the idea
the rest is what we make of it
nobody expects anything from me
I think I know that already
in this life that moves on
in this life that moves on
you gotta get used to the idea
the rest is what we make of it
nobody expects anything from me
I think I know that already