Testo Papa

You don’t have much time left so
Let’s use up what we got
Yeah it’s on days like this I
Wish we believed in god

You’re lookin back at your life
I’m looking forward at mine
It’s true but it don’t make sense That we’re both running out time

Remember Thomas The Tank Engine and the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night
Remember the way you drove those London roads, had to hold on for my life
You were like fee fo fum coming up the stairs
We’d laugh, me and Jack, saying “Papa I’m scared”
But Now I’m really scared

You talk just like the old you
And then you start to cough
I’m tryin to be strong but
It’s obvious I’m not

You’re lookin back at your life
I’m looking forward at mine It’s true but it don’t make sense
That we’re both running out time