Old Age Acoustic

Old Age Acoustic
Yes I'm breathing
Filthy hands, hey, hey
Read to me, hey, hey, hey
Miss me, hey, hey, hey
Prefer me sad, hey, hey
And I wouldn't break
She wouldn't miss me
She wouldn't miss me
And I am afraid
It's a fire - our house is gone

and I refrain
Are you God, Are you god
you little boy?
And now your fingers meet the floor
And now I can play with me
And now I am one to obey me
Preach me fire and lead the way
Be silent bit and I will say
You see in fire me away
And now, and now, hey
Keep it down to one more specialist
One more howl and feigned my service
Someday I'll find my way to something
It's not hard to relieve my service
Come inside of her inner circles
Someday I walk behind a way, it's over
She seems to read minds
And I'm dead, dumb and blind
Wait the fame I use
She's the same
Old age (x3)
Some are gone and some are wanting
Some were kind and I feigned my service
Someday I wont find my way, its over