Childhood

Lyrics

The beginning of the end Thought the harvest was my friend The nature of that place Sends a sweet smell around my head Oh well The hardest thing of all The harboring of our lust Hiding all the time We were cast out of everywhere But enough.. Last time The last time I remember The last time I remember It was gone How I want you to know How far west we will go Hand in hand, let it low All our days in the slow All my toys are dead Unraveled at the stairs Opened but who cares? Why?