I love to hear the sound of broken glasses as I run away
Your baker's calling from the sky, an ugly wedding day
You are the iron in the mouth, the saddle and the shoe
Already rearranged the house, what else can I do?
[Pre-Chorus]
What else can I do? What else can I do?
What else can I do? A waxen setting
[Chorus]
Old women, young children
Can teach you everything you need to know about living
[Verse 2]
I'm sinning at the altar of surprise and my legs are crossed
You bury magic in the furrows of faces caked in loss
Every seabird's on the rocks yearning for release
Nobody's dancing on the clocks of fearing me the least
[Pre-Chorus]
Who's on the radio? Is this a living?
Who cares when the day moon's winning?
[Chorus]
Old women, young children
Can teach you everything you need to know about living
Old women, young children
Can teach you everything you need to know about living
[Post-Chorus]
Everything you need to know about living