Going Back

We're such young things 
I grow a hundred years 
Every time you look at me 
The way you do 
When you believe in me. 
Believe that we're 
Going back

i'd like to fall in love 
But i'm just no good at it 
Tired of living through 
Someone else's nostalgia 
The feelings it brings up 
Burning 
Splintering in the wake of 
Going back

Halfway between [bad word] and being you 
We have a way of smiling 
Each time you get confused 
Our hearts are slaves to wanting 
hand in need 
And you will tumble maybe remaining 
Or just to stay 
But don't turn back 
To going back

 [bad word] .

We're such young things 
I grow a hundred years 
Every time 
Revealed too soon 
The mystery 
When you believe in me...