one year to the day and winter is clutching. clawing its way back to me. one year to the day and nothing has changed. not a single thing. oh the end of the line. oh just give it some time. if i had my way we'd all never age and i could still put up a fight. if i had my way then nothing would change and we'd never walk upright. oh childhood. things never felt so good. i've got nothing to say. i forgot how to make. i'm just a waste of space. but with nothing to say everything is change. you gotta learn to shout in this place. oh the end of the line of childhood. oh you gotta give it some time. things never felt so good.
