Life is a maze spending your days
Truth is a haze punching your face
And time is a friend who outgrows you in the end
But it's alright
Love is a sign we're all benign
Hate someone says why it's too late
I'm sure we're at a stage, the coming of a golden age
You're free to join us
The club of all
The fortunate dreamers
In tin foil hats
Oh well, that was it and here you sit
Doesn't it hurt a little bit?
To know there was a time
You could have done something sublime
But I'm sorry
Once we get too old
Toothless and all bald
There's no turning back
There's no turning back
Once we get too old
Toothless and all bald
There's no turning back
There's no turning back
There's no turning back
There's no turning back
