Sorrow's End

I used to think,

"I've never been through it,

The deaths the stuff that make us old enough."

Old enough to love a boy whose name I still don't know.

We traded voices, blurted accidents.

Brutal winter froze through spring's slow crawl.

In The summers burn, the impending fall.

Songwriters

MATRANGA, JONAH / LOPEZ, SHAUN / GUTENBERGER, JOHN / ROBYN, CHRISPublished by

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group