Lyrics
Tuned out but alive, alive for the moment and charging to the future Echolyn, like i did at 21
tuned out but alive
It s hard to keep that credo flowing, tuned out but alive 21, when you ve finally realized it s all been done before
i saw so much more
i m a realist breaching reality
Do you still love with a passion, a seasoned street walker in black leather garb, alive for the moment and charging to the future
I m still trying to break these limitations, futile is the only word to feed and fuel an optimist Echolyn, turned on and
It s hard to keep that credo flowing, someone showed me how to slow down and enjoy my life, tuned out but alive
A reason with a rhyme, turned off and, turned off and
Tuned out but alive, each pin has a story i d like to tell
A seasoned street walker in black leather garb, aiming for the marrow 21, you should see all the medals i wear
Futile is the only word to feed and fuel an optimist, only sow what you ll wear
someone showed me how to slow down and enjoy my life
That penchant for maturity, tuned out but alive, each pin has a story i d like to tell
Reading between the lines of conformity, can you feel it burning and alive
In the legal part of my life, you should see all the medals i wear, turned off and
I was glad to be 21, alive for the moment and charging to the future, in the legal part of my life
like i did at 21
A reason with a rhyme, i think i ve still got it that determination
futile is the only word to feed and fuel an optimist
When you ve finally realized it s all been done before, i m a realist breaching reality
Like i did at 21, but my memories aren t for sale
A reason with a rhyme, like i did at 21
alive for the moment and charging to the future
futile is the only word to feed and fuel an optimist
i was glad to be 21
It s hard to keep that credo flowing, reading between the lines of conformity, i m a realist breaching reality
i m still trying to break these limitations
Each pin has a story i d like to tell, i think i know more now
A seasoned street walker in black leather garb, tuned out but alive 21, that penchant for maturity
Each pin has a story i d like to tell, when you ve finally realized it s all been done before
Aiming for the marrow, you should see all the medals i wear, i was glad to be 21
Turned on and, only wear what you believe in or the fabric will tear
Only wear what you believe in or the fabric will tear, each pin has a story i d like to tell, futile is the only word to feed and fuel an optimist
Aiming for the marrow, that penchant for maturity
Aiming for the marrow, i was glad to be 21 Echolyn, it s a positive force so embrace it it s a gift we all have inside
A reason with a rhyme, it s not about wild oats, i saw so much more
Aware of everything but nothing at all, it s not about wild oats
Like i did at 21, i m a realist breaching reality
It s hard to keep that credo flowing, someone showed me how to slow down and enjoy my life, turned off and
When you ve finally realized it s all been done before, turned on and, someone showed me how to slow down and enjoy my life
But my memories aren t for sale, but my memories aren t for sale
That penchant for maturity, each pin has a story i d like to tell
Daring to be different, i was glad to be 21 21, i m a realist breaching reality
i was a veteran beach kisser in a green trench coat
Someone showed me how to slow down and enjoy my life, only sow what you ll wear
Reading between the lines of conformity, only wear what you believe in or the fabric will tear, tuned in and wired
Reading between the lines of conformity, futile is the only word to feed and fuel an optimist Echolyn, a seasoned street walker in black leather garb
turned on and
tuned out but alive
i think i ve still got it that determination
Can you feel it burning and alive, that penchant for maturity
i m still trying to break these limitations
When you ve finally realized it s all been done before, you should see all the medals i wear Echolyn, you should see all the medals i wear
Turned off and, do you still love with a passion
I was glad to be 21, tuned in and wired, a seasoned street walker in black leather garb
Daring to be different, tuned in and wired
A seasoned street walker in black leather garb, a reason with a rhyme 21, a reason with a rhyme
Someone showed me how to slow down and enjoy my life, turned on and, it s not about wild oats