When you were younger you lived for the summer
but now that it's winter and green grass has withered
you've got to keep traveling on, got to find where you went wrong
So pack your things, your insect wings, and don't look back in shame.
I meant to tell you that some things will never change,
and some will never be the same.
And one day we'll miss this, this time that we live in
the photos we hung on the walls in our bedrooms
We've got to keep moving along, got to keep singing that song
So pack your blood before the flood has swept us all away
I wish I could tell you that there was some other way,
but nothing gold can stay.
Can you remember when we took off all our skin,
laughing ecstatic in soft summer static
We've got to get back to that dream, things aren't as hard as they seem
So pack your bones, your sticks and stones and tiny picture frames.
I meant to tell you that some things won't ever change,
and some won't ever be the same.

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