Ides Of Space No Trace Of Fading
You know that I want to wonder
About the stars that you collect and store
You know that I would if you just asked me
The same as I did before
And as the image makes out
It's nothing to me
But if you've got time
For spinning around, you may as well be
Leave it on the line
Don't teach me to write songs, it takes so long
And we won't talk, it's just so old
And we're so young
But it's not fun anymore
And so can I ride along to your shelf
And then ignore your goodnight
Just so the pieces of old toys can collect like your nothing might
The pretext that you live with is going to give you
All the ideas you need
To tie bundles of letters with your hands down
But never concede
That we could not be strong, it takes so long
And we won't talk, it's just so old
And we're so young but it's not fun anymore
That we could not be strong, it takes so long
And we won't talk, it's just so old
And we're so young but it's not fun anymore
Don't teach me to write songs it takes so long
And we won't talk, it's just so old
And we're so young but it's not fun anymore
Old and we're so young but it's not fun anymore
Old and we're so young but it's not fun anymore
