When I come to my childhood I wanna stay longer and play good, All the dusty people I met here I wanna freeze them in a memory
Stay with me Constantly
Waited too long I was wrong Carry on when I'm gone
Stay with me after I'm gone
Your home this place seems cold When you are 9 years old
When a little boy comes and starea at me I try to say all I have to brokenly Is the future bright or is it humble He wants to see everything in numbers