Lyrics:

Its Funny How, As We Grow Old

we Cling To The Past As We Cling To The Air

and Feel Nostalgia For Things That Were Maybe Never There



the Town Where Innocence Was Bullied And Flared

the House Where Desires First Fluids Bled



but Now The Autumn Leaves Are Turning To The Color Of Rust

im Getting Jealous For Youths First Yearnings For Lust

i Wanna Live

i Wanna Live

but I Aint A Big Enough Man To Anything Other Than Think



theres A Girl I Used To Know

who I Think Still Lives Here

up There, On Top Of That Council Tower

i Was Once Her Man

at The Midnight Hour

when I Was As Lusty As A Dog

come Moonshine Or Fog

when Our Tongues Would Entwine

long And Slow

when We Thought

wed Never Let Each Other Go

oh No



but Now The Autumn Leaves Are Turning To The Color Of Rust

im Getting Jealous For Youths First Yearnings For Lust

i Wanna Live

i Wanna Live

but I Aint A Big Enough Man To Anything Other Than Think



yet Its Funny How As We Grow Old

we Curse And Point Our Finger At Those

those, Those, Those

who Made Us Scared And Made Us Old

who Touched Our Bodies And Bruised Our Souls

who Have Made Us Scared And Made Us Old

it Was Those, God

it Was Those

who Made Us Scared

and Made Us Old



the Autumn Leaves Are Turning To The Color Of Rust

im Getting Jealous For Youths First Yearnings For Lust

i Wanna Live

i Wanna Live

i Wanna Live

i Wanna Live

but I Aint A Big Enough Man To Anything Other Than Think



i Wanna Live

i Wanna Live

i Wanna Live

i Wanna Live

i Wanna Live

i Wanna Live

i Wanna Live

i Wanna Live

but I Aint A Big Enough Man To Anything Other Than Think