The Dream Of Youth

Artists : Twelve Hour Turn : The Dream Of Youth

1,000 things written, 1,000 things unfinished. if we could only hold a note in the back of our throats, we have been choking up the days, and thinking back on the things we've sad. please forgive the words i've shed, yet i do believe things were misread. 1,000 things forgotten.

where did all the time go? where did all of our friends go? did they grow up? did they go home? i think they're growing homes and every conversation is a phone.

i could hear it in the distance, often you wonder if you've ever had it right. unending preparation now. the starting point is hard to tell. it was a long time ago, and is not far out of sight. in a life this size, the difference between twelve hours and twelve years becomes quite unclear, along with who you once were and who you were supposed to be. for your loved ones swallowed you whole.

constant spills and refills. pathetic pleas and bad pills. when i was younger i wanted you here, and as i grew older i did still. so along the way mistakes were made. just adjust, change, and trade. all of this unto you and into you. with all of you i'm afraid still, i feel as i did.