See it in the face in the mirror when I wake
I've been livin' in a prison all give 'n' no take
Or maybe all take no give what do I know?
Feels so high/low smile or cry no
Time in the middle for a little bit of quiet
And I really don't feel alright alright
I can't help but feel I'm getting old
Between heartbeats and stories told
I'm holding on to hold my own
Before it's over
Before it's over
Pitter-patter feet got you running through the street
So you never catch your breath 'til the end of the week
So you fill your cup full of wine, oh I know
Tell em how it puts that smile on your dial, oh
Might be the light or the air in the night
But tonight I don't wanna live a lie I'm alive
I can't help but feel I'm getting old
Between heartbeats and stories told
I'm holding on to hold my own
Before it's over
Before it's over
I can't help but feel I'm getting old
Between heartbeats and stories told
I'm holding on to hold my own
Before it's over
Before it's over