Organized Life - Syd Matters

In the summertime trying hard with your summer clothes

You expected more

With your heart jumping in your chest, jumping in your chest

Falling on the floor

You stay hidden in the shadows of the lane between the road

And the old house

A thousand lonely streets, let me run, let me run away

From the burned house

On the fast lane we go

Hi life, knocking at my door

I’m not ready to take it

Hi life, knocking at my door

I’m not ready to take it

Hi life, knocking at my door

Now you spend your life waiting for a sign, waiting for a sign, Living down

town in the old house

A thousand lonely years hiding in the ground, hiding in the ground,

living down town in the old house

On the fast lane we go

On the fast lane we go

On the fast lane we go

On the fast lane we go

I’m not ready to take it

Hi life, knocking at my door

I’m not ready to take it

Hi life, knocking at my door

I’m not ready to take it

Hi life, knocking at my door

I’m not ready to take it

Hi life, knocking at my door