AWM - Smells Like Early-Mid-Life Existentialist Angst

[intro] Summer days It all were unexplored And home was Never far away And we'd never Grow old All was true We're always in And strings, were Never outta tune And we'd never Grow old [chorus] The things we'd do To be accepted To be seen as cool No matter consequence. As life were never-ending. [verse] When winter came With love knocking on the door As cabins filled with joy And we'd never be cold No. We'd never be cold All was true. We're always in And strings were Never outta tune And we'd never Grow old [chorus] The things we'd do To be accepted To be seen as cool No matter consequence As life were never-ending And we'd always have [outro] Summer days It all were unexplored And home was Never far away