Lyrics

Feels much colder now we’re older
Won't you warm me?
Stony faced, I am a boulder
Won't you move me?

‘cause I'm tired of being wired
To this washed out scene
And admire your desire to break free

And I had all these plans
Well that's grand
But they mean nothing at all
Order’s too tall
And I had all these dreams
Of places that I'd never been before
Well not anymore

It’s last orders already
But soon you’ll see
There’s a place on the horizon
That was made for me

I’ve retired all the lies
Now the slate is clean
I can forge my own path
Make it evergreen

‘cause I'm tired of being wired
To this washed out scene
And admire your desire to break free

And I have all these plans
Well that's grand
They mean something after all
No order’s tall
And I have all these dreams
Of places that I'd never seen before
Well, not anymore
Not anymore