Текст песни: Catatonia. Blow The Millennium, Blow.

Your imagination runs wild
Sitting on the fence you call your home these days
Better take care, you don't ask for help
But some day you might need it

And all the while the leaves turn brown
Fall off the trees and are blown around
Your feet there's no good pushing them away
They'll always come back, just like the fears in your head

Life, ain't what like it used to be
Life, ain't what like it used to be

So sit on your hands, rattle on your tongue
It's a shaking head and sit back on your chair
No good wishing it away, but move it all on
Right back to haunt you


And all the while the leaves turn brown
Fall off the trees and are blown around
Your feet there's no good pushing them away
They'll always come back, come right back to haunt you

Life, ain't what like it used to be
Life, ain't what like it used to be
Life, ain't what like it used to be
Life, ain't what like it used to be