Passenger - 27
Twenty seven years twenty seven years nowOnly thing I knowI know that I don’t know howTo please everybody all of the time,‘cos everybody’s always fucking changing their mindsA little bit fadedA little bit jadedNot gonna stop and I won’t be persuadedTo write words I can’t believe inTo see my face on a video screenI don’t know where I’m running but I know how to run‘cos running’s the thing I’ve always doneI don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’ve doneI’m a hungry heart I’m a loaded gunTwenty seven years twenty seven years doneWritten six hundred songs only twelve get sungEighty seven thousand cigarettes have passed through these lungsAnd every single day I wish i’d never smoked oneA week brushing my teeth and a week getting my haircutEight years sleeping I’m still tired when I wake upA whole year eating and I still lost weight fuckFive proper girlfriends and five messy breakupsTwenty seven birthdays twenty seven new yearsThirty thousand quid just so I could have a few beersEver dying old hopesEver growing new fearsDon’t know where I’m going but I know how I got hereI don’t know where I’m running but I know how to run‘cos running’s the thing I’ve always doneI don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’ve done,I’m a hungry heart I’m a loaded gun,I don’t know where I’m running but I know how to run‘cos running’s the thing I’ve always doneI don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’ve doneI’m a hungry heart I’m a loaded gun