Lyrics Pretty Good Year (Live) - Ευρυδίκη

Tears on the sleeve of a man
Don't wanna be a boy today
Heard the eternal footman
Bought himself a bike to race
And Greg he writes letters
And burns his CDs
They say you were something
In those formative years
Hold onto nothing
As fast as you can
Well still
Pretty good year
Aha, pretty good

Maybe a bright sandy beach
Is going to bring you back, back, back
May not so now you're off
You're gonna see America
Well let me tell you something
About America

Pretty good year
Aha, pretty good

Some things are
Melting now
Some things are
Melting now
Well hey eh
What's it gonna take
Till my baby's alright
What's it gonna take
Till my baby's alright

And Greg he writes letters
With his birthday pen
Sometimes he's aware
That they're drawing him in
Lucy was pretty
Your best friend agreed
Well still
Pretty good year
Aha, pretty good
Aha, pretty good year