This Time Around

I close my eyes and listen

ghosts all come flooding back

sing into an empty chapel

healing up my lungs to relax

weapons all made of kindling

dreams of playing in the field

childlike pure abandon

i wanna it all again

so slow down burn out maybe

so bright its gonna burn your inside out

its all right, i dont know why it goes so fast this time around

i look around to see the world aglow

its full of all the things i used to know

like having a breeze in the winter

feeling closer together

all the wonder in my mind

is heaven on earth, i find, so i

so slow down burn out maybe

so bright its gonna burn your inside out

its all right, its a common emotion it goes so fast this time around

so slow down burn out maybe

so bright its gonna burn your inside out

its all right, to not know why it goes so fast

and it goes so fast