I'm tired of it, I'm thinking about you
I'm thinking about the things we used to say that we would do
I'm thinking all the time
I'm thinking but it hurts, if I think too much or for too long
I can't do it anymore, anymore
'Cos when I'm older, I'll be moving on to something better
Pull me under, I'll be moving on to something better
I'm thinking of a time that we could've been here,
And it's sad that we can't do anything about it
But then maybe next year will be better
But no promises, no promises
When I'm older, I'll be moving on to something better
Pull me under, I'll be moving on to something better
I'm tired of these questions
I don't have the answers
Won't you stop? Stop talking
Let me clear my head, let me clear my head, let me clear my head
'Cos when I'm older, I'll be moving on to something better
Pull me under, I'll be moving on to something better
Moving on to something better