We're such young things I grow a hundred years Every time you look at me The way you do When you believe in me. Believe that we're Going back
i'd like to fall in love But i'm just no good at it Tired of living through Someone else's nostalgia The feelings it brings up Burning Splintering in the wake of Going back
Halfway between truth and being you We have a way of smiling Each time you get confused Our hearts are slaves to wanting A hand in need And you will tumble maybe remaining Or just to stay But don't turn back To going back
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We're such young things I grow a hundred years Every time Revealed too soon The mystery When you believe in me...