How you live your days
How you live your days
There is more to life than running 'round
And picking up on nothing new at all
How the days grow short
How the days grow short
When the morning coffee is illusional
And it tastes so strongly of the sleep you really need
Oh
How many days in a year
How many days in a year
You can spend them up like hard-earned cash
On lottery cards for one in a million chance
Yeah
Three hundred and sixty-five
Three hundred and sixty-five
Each one of them is very short
And they're fading fast like the color of your hair
