I think it’s kinda sad how we grow so...
Grow so tall but not so mature...

Don’t tell me you can’t...
When I’m right by your side...

You told me to tell
Your son not this weekend...

Like glue her hair sticks together with the water
From the sea...

Her head pressed against the wall
So firmly...

You were once my future,
But now you’re just my past...

Her head pressed against the wall
So firmly...

Like glue her hair sticks together with the water
From the sea...

You told me to tell
Your son not this weekend...

Don’t tell me you can’t...
When I’m right by your side...