Age is only age until it forgets
Youth and life were a currency well spent
In keeping time by stars, the hours never could repent
And I found myself left asking where they went
Like erosion on the limestone, we all played the parts we played
And I'm still generously standing in the rain
There's violence at the Vatican, our kings are crowned by thieves
And I'll tell you Thomas, things aren't what they seem
Maybe we have made mistakes that we don't even know
But your eyes grow wide with dollar signs
And you work with what you're sold
We awoke without our youth
To the beautiful uncompromising truth
That we never knew what you wanted us to
Retracing steps, are these the prints we've left
A meager crooked path that still circles rest
And it takes all I have just to sit and breathe
But it brings up the differences in you and me
It takes all I have just to sit and breathe
But I'd trade up my lungs for a second shot at twenty-three
To be in love with love is not enough this time
Holding open hallway doors, I left too much to chance
Now i'm sitting empty handed, scaring up a past
There's violins at the Vatican, our kings were crowned by thieves
So I'll ask you Thomas, what do you believe