Something filled up
My heart with nothing
Someone told me not to cryBut now that I'm older
My heart's colder
And I can see that it's a lieChildren wake up
Hold your mistake up
Before they
Turn the summer into dustIf the children don't grow up
Our bodies get bigger
But our hearts get torn up
We're just a million little gods
Causing rainy storms
Turning every good thing to rustI guess we'll just have to adjustWith my lighning bolt so glowing
I can see where I am going
To be when the reaper
He reaches and touches my handWith my lighning bolt so glowing
I can see where I am going
With my lighning bolts a glowing
I can see where I am go-goingYou better look out below!
Composição: Arcade Fire.
