Текст: Gavin Mikhail. My Personal Beauty Needs. Handed Over.

God knows I've carried the torch of indecision worry see the watchers watching... I know you're grounded in years of family history worry leave the talkers talking on...

To the ones she needs on a ride I believe
"Take the chances while you're young"
And the ones who too soon handed over
Now see what they've done...

The years have shown you our way the doormat face down wipe your feet on our good graces... Take in their words and their meaning good intentions hand it over take your places now...

To the ones she needs on a ride I believe
"Take the chances while you're young"
And the ones who too soon handed over
Now see what they've done...

I'm a little bit tired... I'm a little bit jaded...
And I need someone to tell me "you can make it..."
I'm a little bit tired... I'm a little bit jaded...
And I need someone to tell me "you can make it..."

I know your fear and I still believe you can descend without the wings to fly... And in time you'll carry your food for ammunition compass strength across the wire now...

To the ones she needs on a ride I believe
"Take the chances while you're young"
And the ones who too soon handed over
Now see what they've done...