wake up.

But now that I'm older,
my heart's colder,
and I can see that it's a lie.

Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don't grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.

We're just a million little gods causin' rain storms
turnin' every good thing to rust.

I guess we'll just have to adjust.