Lyrics
I’ve laced my shoes so tight
before I run,
I’ve pasted the pages
of the calendar,
I’ve improved my smile
.but when this song
will end
I’ll be
3 minutes older.
It’s time to dust again
the paper bags,
to shine and calibrate
the compass,
and follow the hurricane
as long as
it comes back breeze again,
‘cause when this song
will end
I’ll be
3 minutes older.