Letras: Bush. The Science of Things. Prizefighter.

there are days
when I fear for my life
think that's strange?
well that's the waste of you
ah, la, la, la, la, la, la,

sun up time now
for you to run I will
always know you you're a
special one
now i'm
up on this climb
up on this climb
i won't fade away

the best is yet to come
sad you're not around
the best is yet to come
better get your feet back on the ground

prisoner or passenger
a free man or scavenger
I'm a prizefighter
I'm a prizefighter

better get your feet back on the ground
prisoner or passenger
a free man or scavenger
I'm a prizefighter
I'm a prizefighter
I'm a prizefighter


who will be there
cover when you fall
we're all
chasing something
how come you never call

the best is yet to come
sad you're not around
the best is yet to come
better get your feet back on the ground

prisoner or passenger
a free man or scavenger
I'm a prizefighter
I'm a prizefighter

better get your feet back on the ground
prisoner or passenger
a free man or scavenger
I'm a prizefighter
I'm a prizefighter
I'm a prizefighter

I thought you were all beautiful
It doesn't make sense, sense, sense
I'm a prizefighter