Even at 6 years old we have a sense of the things that we left in the past,
And even Empirical science can't explain how the dust seems to fall like magic
Old
We're told
It's old

How can you get on, while thinking all along, "We were wrong, it's just a song"?
Well then, it's just a song
But if we all were wrong, if this is just a song
If you say "This can't last", then this can't last Then this can't last!

But do you still sing your heart out?
Cause you know those words by heart now

First a glance, then a smile We knew all the while
But were still amazed to find such a common space
Then, marked by English light we'd be up all night and THIS FEELS RIGHT

So do you still sing your heart out?
Cause you know those words by heart now

Have we ever felt this way before?
Like the things we've weathered such might decay to something more,
Like the freshness, excitement might somehow give way to something like wisdom or truth
It's the things we won't let settle but let set
And "The best books of our lives haven't been written yet"