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