Lyrics
I m that kind of guy, i m thinking about life, i ve played poet and gambler
I ll break down and cry, face up toward the sky Kind, i ve played poet and gambler
I d never let it die, in spite of the night Guy, i went to the stream and i saw my reflection
Getting old will make you tired, and make you see
I d burn it bright, if i could light a candle
I went to the stream and i saw my reflection, getting old will make you tired, there s a light in your window
I d never let it die, in spite of the night
if i could hang onto this moment
Though the words won t come out right, there s a light in your window
I m a hell of a guy, there s a light in your window
I m that kind of guy, i d never let it die, i d never let it die
and i went to the stream and i saw my reflection
I m a hell of a guy, i d burn it bright, though the words won t come out right
And make you see, i m not thinking about dying Swain, and i went to the stream and i saw my reflection
And make you see, i m that kind of guy Of, if i could light a candle
there s a light in your window
And i went to the stream and i saw my reflection, though the words won t come out right
And i went to the stream and i saw my reflection, there s a moon in my sky, getting old will make you tired
i m thinking about life
There s a light in your window, growing up will make you humble
I ve played poet and gambler, and make you see
I m a hell of a guy, though the words won t come out right
I d never let it die, i m thinking about life Guy, there in my dream
Delivering me to a light in the sky, in spite of the night
I went to the stream and i saw my reflection, if you leave me tomorrow, i ll keep fighting the good fight
I went to the stream and i saw my reflection, there in my dream
face up toward the sky
And i went to the stream and i saw my reflection, i m not thinking about dying Of, growing up will make you humble
if i could light a candle
Getting old will make you tired, there in my dream, there s a light in your window
Face up toward the sky, face up toward the sky, if you leave me tomorrow
In spite of the night, i m that kind of guy, i ll keep fighting the good fight
I lose in style, and make you see Swain, if i could light a candle
And i went to the stream and i saw my reflection, if i could light a candle, though the words won t come out right
Though the words won t come out right, getting old will make you tired, if i could light a candle
There s a moon in my sky, i m that kind of guy