Part Time Believer - Boy

[Whistling]
We've run out of reason
Losing sight of what it's supposed to be
A part time believer till truth
We've somehow conceded this self-evasive solitude
It means way too much to me
And I hope you know how lucky you are
And I remember sitting back on my balcony
I was'a listening to the Rolling Stones
See I was waiting for my dad to come home from work
So I could show him all the chords that I'd learnt
See I was under the impression I was gonna lead
Some kind of simple understated life
But now I'm living in the shadows of a memory
And I hope so man I hope so
[Whistling]
It's been way too long
It seems that I can't celebrate my meaning
For I am too young to mourn
And if it won't release
It pulls and it pushes me
Til I whither til I whither til I whither
And I hope you know how lucky you are
Oh I remember sitting back on my balcony
I was'a listening to the Rolling Stones
See I was waiting for my dad to come home from work
So I could show him all the chords that I'd learnt
See I was under the impression I was gonna lead
Some kind of simple understated life
But now I'm living in the shadows of a memory
And I hope so man I hope so
Oh you dare
You run like a lion
To defend your senses
And oh it seems
It cuts at the core
It's not the same my friend no more
Oh no
[Whistling]