Divine / Mimosa Letra

Rules designed to make or break you.

Wide open spaces,
foreign places
to find yourself, and forget yourself.
‘Cause you’re just getting old, you’re just getting old,
you’re just getting old.

They are making such a fuss
over all your stolen voices.
Lean upon a dead man’s crutch,
and you ill find yourself a martyr.

Wide open spaces,
foreign places
to find yourself, and forget yourself.
‘Cause you’re just getting old, you’re just getting old,
you’re just getting old.