Nothing In This World Was Built To Last
Daniel Abrahamsen, Karl-Frederik Reichhardt, Mattis Rødsten Jacobsen
We made plans, made a pact
Promised we'd always make the good times last
But we fell into traps
Chasing highs that never paid us back
And I wish it wouldn't hurt me
That I was better at change
That the pages wouldn't turn me
Like they do these days
We all fall
We all crash
Nothing in this world was built to last
We get stuck
In the past
Nothing in this world was built to last
We were young
Getting old
Did our best not to grow cold
So we sat
By the stove
Playing old songs of rock n' roll
And I wish it wouldn't hurt me
That I was better at change
That the pages wouldn't turn me
Like they do these days
We all fall
We all crash
Nothing in this world was built to last
We get stuck
In the past
Nothing in this world was built to last