Old Words Video (MV)

I learned just like everybody else
That I am made of bone, blood, soft flesh
When I cut myself open in front of you
To prove my heart was pure
Now I'm not so sure
I've swam too far from the shore

I caught a glimpse when I was young
A shape of this punk to come
Set adrift on half-truth
A partially-written logbook
Your gift is my curse
With age it just gets worse
Sand turns time's hand
And still I don't understand

Old words that you told me
Always drift away

Old words that you told me
Haunt me everybody

You'll never be tired, you'll never grow old
Never lose another fight or write another poem

You'll never get sick, never be in pain
Never see your loving son's hopeful face again

You'll never feel the rage, never feel the hate
Never make the same old dumb mistakes again

When I breathe deep I'll be incomplete
But I guess I'll always know what old words meant to me