My, my
What a world outside
Check your vital signs
You're not ready
Your reflection turns to grey
Watch the old you melt away
Pictures framed to safely say
That we're all too young to be broken
And that's just the way we should stay
My, my
What a world outside
Check your vital signs
You're not ready
Oh no
There's no compromise
Once his conscience gets too heavy
If I was a good christian man
Than we wouldn't be having this talk
Drawing lines in the sand
Where you'd cut off my hand
If I placed a finger over
Making gestures to share with each other
The things that we love
And we'll talk like the young men
Do once the war is won
Watch the old you melt away
