Living With Lions When We Were Young
I dreamt last night I was 9 years old again.
Rapid eyes refreshing, rusted road signs and winding
streets.
I ran to the corner store, I haven't felt like this
before.
I haven't felt like this in forever.
Everything is bigger, the sun shines so much brighter.
I see the good in everyone around me, until I wake up and
realize what surrounds this city.
Face of an angel shot down in the streets, covered up
feelings behind these punk rock beats.
This place is so big, tied up in to a place so small it
will never remember you.
I remember anticipation wrapped up under a tree or
waiting for the seasons to change.
I remember singing songs about nothing, but they meant
everything.
All that's left is love, laughter and lightning storms.
I was just a shit, now I see my self in a vacuum that
sucked the life right out of me.
Face of an angel shot down in the streets, covered up
feelings behind these punk rock beats.
This place is so big, tied up in to a place so small it
will never remember you.
