In the beginning of time
At the start of our lives
We were moving through
Hopeful and green ?
Introduced to the night
The traditional lines
Set on digging up claws in the feeling ?
Trying to shake itself loose
Adding self to the room
Out of the room to the Dark Age
Writing a note on my phone
To remind you tomorrow
New keys for a new cage
And there are alternate ways
To see it
If you mean it
I wouldn't hurt anyone younger than me
(I thought you were showing me a home)
It's the open garage
And the pre-dawn back yard
Dark enough that you can't see anything
Getting stretched through the years
Like the lobes of the ears
Sing along along to the same old theme
She believes in the truth
And the folly (frolic?) of youth
She wears it like a badge now
Writing a note on my phone
To remind you tomorrow
I thought you were showing me a home
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Lyrics submitted by Elliot Metsger.