Growing Pains

Through the fields, Oh we used to play

Until the break of day, chasing ghosts away

Now we're standing still, as the lights give way

And all the black and grey, Now all my colours change

Oh won't you tell me, are we growing old

Our heads are full of hope, but are the dreams fools gold

It's in the way I see you, and it's the way we were made

But if the hour is getting late, know all my love remains

Oh won't you tell me, are we growing old

Our heads are full of hope, but are the dreams fools gold

In these growing pains, things couldn't stay the same

In these growing pains, They come to pave a way

Oh won't you tell me, are we growing old

Our heads are full of hope, these dreams are not fools gold

Oh won't you tell me, are we growing old

Our heads are full of hope, these dreams are not fools gold

These dreams are not fools gold