On a day a lot like this
I was wandering, I was amiss
And the memories came back to me
They were bent, and they were broken and they were funny
I was younger, so much more innocent
I did not question what anything meant
There's a river, so we go where it goes
We get covered with dirt and rainbows
We're giving it up again
We're giving it up again
We're giving it up again
We're giving it up again
We're older, much less innocent
We start questioning what everything meant
There's a river, and we ask why
Well the light of the reason and the passing of the sky
You wave and I wave back
You pull my hair and I laugh
There's a word for it but you keep it hidden away
You feel safer and secret and ready to play
We're giving it up again
We're giving it up again
We're giving it up again
We're giving it up again
There's a light, and it's showing me a piece of love
And I'll be holding the hands
And if you go, I'll go, and we'll go together
And there's children covered in dirt
With songs from above
And they went out looking for a new kind of love
We're giving it up again
We're giving it up again
We're giving it up again
We're giving it up again
Like a child, we get hungry and restless and wicked and wild
New kind of love...