Light the trip fantastic, light them up in sevens 

Wrap my harlot graces, around my little finger 

But still I am tired, like a sleepy wrinkled old man 

Seems to stand to reason, I'm living life in dog years 



Living, living life in dog years 

Seven years to one here 

Living in dog years 



Needless on my entrance, wrapped together quickly 

Exhausting chapter after chapter, still I'm reading 

But still I am tired, like a sleepy wrinkled old man 

Seems to stand to reason, I'm living life in dog years 



Living, living life in dog years 

Seven years to one here 

Living in dog years 



"The pain flows around", around around and around 

Yeah made mistakes along the way 

Seven times as many in small revelations 

Saving all the best for last it seems 

No time is wasted 

Seven years to one 

The pain flows around 



Living, living life in dog years 

Seven years to one here 

Living in dog years