I always end up in this place, dreaming that I'd see her face
One more time, and one more taste, I tell myself it's not too late
To change
Our impressions that we made once we forgave how we behaved
In yesterday's mascarade, funny strange how time can fade
Like all our golden escapades, our wanderlust with no restraint
The only constant in those days was giving way to our next change
Like songs of old that kept us young, much younger than everyone
An old soul never really has an age
When newness is your only friend, oh tell me how, when will it end
Can't you see that this is not a phase
It's our age of change
On the black walls with white chalk we organized our crazy thoughts
We wrote to do lists and then we'd talk
About the lists of what to do
Not on our skin with oil paint against the canvas that we hanged
On the wall your imprint stayed the praying mantis you became
My teacher of the little things, how every little one is great
How love and hate are both the same, I loved you more than anything
Like songs of old that kept us young, much younger than everyone
An old soul never really has an age
If lightness is our only friend, our heavy days may never end
Can't you see that this is not a phase!
It's our age of change
I agreed right from the start that this was all just for the art
Of living just the way we are, tending to the garden
With our hearts and bodies twisted 'round
Our mortal parts together found
Everything we dreamed is in this massive little circle spinning
'Round and 'round and 'round and 'round
In the age of
All redemption songs we made to sing tomorrow like today
Giving everything away, loving wholly, unafraid of change