Well i guess
Come tomorrow you could be less on the fence
Cold mornings fuel the pictures in your head
You could paint away the fear
Until the lonely creeps in
But friend
We've been over this one time and time again
He's not coming back and this is all pretend
And some day you'll be a ghost
But this is not the end
Moonchild full of every color
He will never love them all
He'd rather see you fall
Young self
I know you'd rather feel it all with no help
But you're crying out for him
And he's just a phantom limb
Ooh
Young self
You're front and center and he's rotting on the back shelf
And you're crying out for him
But he's just a phantom limb
Find the woods
And let the trees work out the would and should and coulds
And understand instead of being understood
Time is slow but soon enough you'll see
That this is not the end
Moonchild full of every color
He will never love them all
He'd rather see you fall
Young self
I know you'd rather feel it all with no help
But you're crying out for him
And he's just a phantom limb
Ooh
Young self
You're front and center and he's rotting on the back shelf
And you're crying out for him
But he's just a phantom limb
(This is not the end)
(This is not the end)
(This is not the end)
Young self
I know you'd rather feel it all with no help
But you're crying out for him
And he's just a phantom limb
Ooh
Young self
You're front and center and he's rotting on the back shelf
And you're crying out for him
But he's just a phantom limb
(This is not the end)
(This is not the end)