Lyrics
Will you still remember when you've grown old, my dear
Reflecting on whether memories will endure as one ages.
Running like we did in that summer
Nostalgia for carefree times spent running in a past summer.
When we were just kids fooling around by the lake
Recalling childhood innocence and playful moments by a lake.
You said our games were just so simple
Acknowledging simplicity in past relationships and activities.
Yeah, we were chasing love in circles
Describing a period of seeking love with repetitive patterns.
So we roamed that little town even after those ghosts came out
Exploring a town together despite facing challenges or ghosts.
And I held you so tight so you wouldn't get scared
Expressing comfort and protection by holding tight during fear.
And I whispered in you ear 'bout the magic show of the puppeteer
Sharing a metaphor about the enchanting nature of life (puppeteer).
And how he pulls lonely hearts with riddles
Discussing the influence of puzzles in attracting lonely hearts.
Yeah, he was spinning us in circles
Highlighting the repetitive nature of experiences or relationships.
And you said you could see past the hills and your quiet dreams
Claiming the ability to see beyond obstacles and silent aspirations.
Something like a carnival of animals
Comparing life to a carnival of diverse, unpredictable elements.
So you drew pictures of it all, and used every color from the crayon box
Creating colorful depictions of dreams with artistic expression.
But the beauty was in the mess left on the table
Appreciating beauty in the chaotic aftermath of creative endeavors.
Yeah, and I was drawing circles
Reiterating the theme of repeating patterns or cycles in life.
Well I told you we're just getting old
Acknowledging the aging process and its impact on perspective.
It's hard enough to be living anyways
Expressing the difficulty of existence and living in general.
And I know you, and the years they've shown
Recognizing personal growth and the changes observed over the years.
The best of what we are just fades away
Accepting the fading of the best aspects of oneself over time.
So will you still remember when you've grown old, my dear
Revisiting the question of memory's endurance in old age.
That bitter boy you left in that summer
Recalling a past self, emphasizing bitterness, and a transformative summer.
Well he's only gotten old, and sometimes he still dreams alone
Noting personal growth but hinting at lingering solitude in dreams.
But now he knows nothing's ever simple
Realizing the complexity and challenges inherent in life.
He's still running in circles
Continuing to navigate life in repetitive cycles despite aging.
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