A Bit Of Previous Lyrics

I want to climb inside a work of art
I want to get away from all your comments that are barbed

Just because you're getting older
Doesn't mean you're getting clever
Just because you've got the high ground
Doesn't mean you're at the fairground

Just because you're ground down to a halt
It doesn't mean you have to throw the
Stone you always hold

Just because you're getting older
Doesn't mean you're getting wiser
Just bеcause you've got the high ground
Doеsn't mean you have the most fun
I want to hide inside a piece of you
Cause in the longest run I am your mother and your child

Beaten by the force that assails you
Your so-called friends have surely failed you
Come back to the edge of crazy
Come back to the edge of envy