It's more interesting as we get older
Are we finally here?
Is it the right way?
I'm losing track of the day
Now it's your face that gets me going
That voice that keeps me knowing
The touch that helps me rise
The most interesting eyes
Now where do we go from here?
Do we go far or stay near?
I don't really care
As long as I'm aware
Now if I'm out of options
Seems like I might have dropped them
Way back there
But it doesn't matter
I brought more just in case
We'll get more on top of that
Mountain you see in the distance
You see in the distance
It's only the distance 'cuz
We're using the wrong lens
Don't worry it'll get better
Don't worry put on a sweater if it's cold
I'll hold you hold you hold you
Until it's gold