S’Old Songtext
von Taking Back Sunday

You′re going to get s'old
You′re going to get so old
You're gonna get so old either way

I was at a loss,
Call me conjecture
You seemed happy enough to have me stay
Well I am one of god's great creatures
Science never lies it only learns
I could use a bit of both
A little less your high hopes
A little more your love

You′re going to get s′old
You're going to get so old
You′re gonna get so old either way

You're going to get s′old
You're going to get so old
You′re gonna get so old either way
Either way


Used to be I stood a head taller
Long before your legs began to sway
Beneath the weight
Beneath the weight
I could use a bit of both
A little less your case load
A little more your love

You're going to get s'old
You′re going to get so old
You′re gonna get so old either way

You're going to get s′old
You're going to get so old
You′re gonna get so old either way

S'old
S′old
S'old
S'old

You′re going to get s′old
You're going to get so old
You′re gonna get so old either way