We watched the seasons change the shape of our skin Chasing the answers to the state that we're in The universe expands, but our world feels small We’ve built an empire inside these four walls Two ghosts in the mirror, wondering where the youth went But every line on my face is a moment well spent. (Chorus) But you make me feel like I’m hundred and eight years old Yeah, you make me feel alright... sometimes. You make me feel like I’m hundred eight years old, just walk around in time. (Verse 3) Time is a fiction, a weight that we carry But you are the anchor that makes it less scary We've weathered the existential dread of the dark We're just stardust trying to leave a small mark And when the gravity pulls, and the vacuum screams loud I find my peace standing right in your crowd. (Bridge) And it’s gonna be alright, I swear to God it’s gonna be alright! We are just travelers burning through the night! We’ve outlived our doubts, we’ve outrun the design Your hand in my hand, resetting the line! One! Two! Three! Four! (Guitar Solo - Intricate Midwest emo tapping turning into a massive, distorted punk wall of sound) (Outro) A hundred and eight years old... Just walking around in time. But as long as the clock keeps ticking down... I’m glad your timeline crossed with mine. It’s gonna be alright. (Song ends on a ringing guitar note drowning in feedback)
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