We're the archives of all the regrets That are written in the lines upon our face We're all the love that we reject And all the love that we choose to embrace We're the edits that we make To pages of our own history We're truths that we chase And the truths we choose to stay a mystery We're the people that we think about When we think about how much things have changed We're the ardor of our innocence Turning to the martyrdom of age We're all the things we hold And all the things we chose to leave behind We're memories that when we we're old Awaken us in the middle of the night We're the people that we think about When we think about how much things have changed We're the ardor of our innocence Turning to the martyrdom of age