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
.:Chorus:.
We're such young things
I grow a hundred years
Every time
Revealed too soon
The mystery
When you believe in me...
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