| And we were just a child with a mess that children make. | |
| And we were running wild, no thoughts for what we'd break. | |
| But gone are all the days, gone are all the days. | |
| And once we learn to hide, our size did keep us safe. | |
| The sidewalk cracks were wide, but to jump 'em made us brave, | |
| But then the darkness came a creepin' over every place. | |
| Over time we took to sleeping, and let the weeds take over this place. | |
| Well, how about the backyard, sons and daughters. | |
| C'mon, we've got to get some work done. | |
| The bones, | |
| I'm told, they hold the place up, so why crack 'em away. | |
| The rocks we shake, and everything we take and still think will be okay. | |
| But gone are all the days, gone are all the days. | |
| Well, the limbs outside this house are dignified by the forces uncontained. | |
| And how we survive when the whales run dry, now their muscle does remain. | |
| For when we rode the thunder steely faced, | |
| And we kicked our heels into the belly of the chase. | |
| So becomes a garden soft and embracing to a hungry, hollow taste. | |
| If we keep building fires and fanning up the flames, | |
| Even the waters from our eyes will never dampen down that place. | |
| But gone are all the days, gone are all the days. | |
| Still every morning's light and all the day it stays, | |
| Until it turns to night and then the future's on its way, | |
| And the future's never gonna lay down, it won't lay down its face. | |
| Hold that shoulder strong and carry it along, and steady it with grace. |
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