Reclaim old streets
Old houses, old sheets
I will learn how to forget
If I ever knew what was best
Reframe old sounds
Old photos, old
I’ll let you shape the past today
But I’ll color in the part that stares
Unbox old gifts (oh woah)
Old writing, old ink
20 stings, 13 goals
Most of its sin told
Rewrap old parts
Always up, old blood
Someplace deep down below
Simmered in the name of gold
I see you’re grabbing pine trees
Pulling green leaves
Grains and wheat fields
I read you, feel your method
Hard years
Expel old thoughts
Old ideas, old walls
This is still my town
And you’re not here or looking down
Detach old dreams
From old bliss, old things
I’ll keep playing old notes in my room
But I’ll sing to boxes instead of you
I see you grabbing pine trees
Pulling green leaves
Dance in wheat fields
I read, feel your method
Hard years
I hear you’re right behind me
Tugging at my foot to guide me
I breathe you, feel your method
Hard years
Oh woah
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