Small Dreams


Do you recall seeing no way that we could get through?
Those nights spent thinking, "Our dreams may be just small enough to come true?"
So steal away
Steal away and let these days
Witness the death of fear,
See our confusion clear,
Unravel everything we thought we were,
Sink hopes that let us down,
Save us from feet striding on careless clouds
We grew up too fast,
There's no use in running now
We grew up too fast,
We'll get through somehow
No telling what's around the corner,
But we'll find a way to wrestle it down
Making loud mistakes to drown our concerns,
They said we'd never learn
Take this for what it's worth
So steal away
And let these days
Be the fade, black and white to gray
We grew up too fast,
There's no use in running now
We grew up too fast,
But we'll get through somehow







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