We are still young
Young at heart
When did it all even start
Hallways and tiles
Walkways for miles
Awkward, but still it's a part
We can't find out now
Drifting downtown
Cold days and bad tongues
Walking in and walking out
Daily distortions
And crazy contortions
Of what it is and what it's not
We can't find out now
If we've grown somehow
Blankets as shades
So many days will pass
So many days in dreams that never sleep