if at some point we all succumb
for goodness sake let us be young
because time gets harder to outrun
with a cool cool breeze and dirty knees
i rest on childhood memories
we all got old at breakneck speed
what do you suppose that you would do?
you're all whacked out from lack of sleep
you blame it on the friends you keep
you want to do things differently
we all got old at breakneck speed
does holy water make you pure?
submerged your vision's just obscured
in over your chest is way too deep