When we were young We made the mistakes that make us what we are today When we get old We long for the lessons that were meant for yesterday When we were ghosts We showed you the light and dark until all that’s left is grey Cause when we are gone We hope for the knowledge that you wanted us to stay
In your oils In your bones In your dreams, you build a home In your heart In your hands In the place you die Your teenage wonderland
When we were young We wore out years, orbiting girls like brave new worlds When we get old We hope just enough to hold something that we can call our own In your heart In your hands In the place you die Your teenage wonderland
When we get home We hope just enough to hold something we can call our own I’m a boy Playing a man Trying to understand This teenage wonderland