| If I grow old, I hope to tell all the stories that are never told
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| Although the path infront of us is riddled with unpredicted turns
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| And so it burns
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| When our worlds collide
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| Let it bring no surprise
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| I’m becoming the person who I know I need to be
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| With an outlet to be free
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| For what feeds my sanity
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| We spend our lives dreaming, wishing it all away
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| My weathered brain, I’m so much older than I contain
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| And until our final day, I refuse to watch myself refrain
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| When I look at myself in the mirror I can’t help
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| But to wonder if things will start to seem much clearer
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| And when our time has come
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| All roads will lead to home
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| I’ll grow wise enough to carry the scars
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| We spend our lives dreaming, wishing it all away
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| My weathered brain, I’m so much older than I contain
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| And until our final day, I refuse to watch myself refrain
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| Heaven’s only in our heads
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| Human nature has left us for dead
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| Heaven is only in our heads
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| I know it’s hard to face the truth
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| But we’re only passing through
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| We’re just a blink in history
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| That’s why this is bigger than you and me
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| We spend our lives dreaming, wishing it all away
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| My weathered brain, I’m so much older than I contain
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| And until our final day, I refuse to watch myself refrain
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| Heaven is only in my head
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| Human nature has left me for dead |