Pretty Good Year - Evridiki

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