As the sun climbs into the sky
To clear away the night
And the traffic slowly fills up the empty road,
The colors that brighten our dreams
Seem almost vulgar and obscene
When you know that there's nothing here except growing old.
The kids playing in the park
Do impress onto a lonely heart
Thoughts of what their unknown futures may hold,
But if there is a common thread
That is uniting them,
It's that someday soon, they'll all be growing old.
I ran into a girl I once loved
During my happier days beneath the sun,
When her eyes and lips were all that I wanted to know,
She told me that she was engaged,
And I didn't feel the slightest pain,
'Cause young love must die in a world where you're growing old.
Through my silent reveries,
I've learned that I'm just too weak
To keep holding on to things like faith and hope,
There's only a few who ever will
Live a life that's truly fulfilled,
But everyone must submit to growing old.
These strangers do multiply with each and every step
As friends and lovers alike wither into blank silhouettes,
Entering the garden, I light up a cigarette,
Mingling toxins with my breath
As my heart pales inside my chest,
I met up with some friends
To drink down our sorrows again
In a place where no one could ever feel alone,
But although having them near
Saved me from crying another tear,
It was all just another way of growing old.
from This Twisted World of Ours
released March 8, 2015
Music and lyrics- Mikelangelo Macrohon
Production- Christian James Hand
Album cover- Kevin Stanley
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