Texty: Robi Draco Rosa. Songbirds And Roosters. A Blindman's Parade (Frio).

i remember the day that i began to swim
i conquered death i was a cloud of peace
sinned with my mind and prayed with my soul
i threw my dice i thought i'd never grow old

been in the gardens of the blinded parade
wanted sensations to become my only friend
my revolution never missioned the air
am i a victim of my counsciousness
will i find god again

i'm old...
i'm old...

i am right through the flesh of a nervous disease
some days i'm crazy some days i'm serene
i am the undercraft of your lucent dreams
the end of life though when there's nowhere to be

been in the gardens of the blinded parade
wanted sensations to become my only friend
my revolution never missioned the air
am i a victim of my counciousnes
will i find god again

i'm old... i'm so old and lonely
i'm old... i wonder if i'll ever see another day
i'm old... a blindman's parade
i'm old...

at the end of my future i imagine the rains
bullets and dragons aren't far from my pain
slipped through my spoon and lived through my pride
i judged the day as if no one's alive

i'm old...
i'm old, i'm so old and lonely
i'm old, i wonder if i'll ever see another day
i'm old, a blindman in his parade
i'm old, i'm old, i'm old, i'm old
i'm old, i'm so old and lonely
i'm old, and if it ain't god did someone blinded me
i'm old, a blindman's parade
i'm old...