When we were young,

And not very bold'

We used to sing

To lick the wounds

That never seemed to heal.

While yesterday seemed to pass slow,

And the band in your head,

In the midnight glow.

The people in the room

Who are not really there;

To the girl in the closet

Who cut all her hair.

To the anthem for the country

Who couldn't really care-

Any less about the monsters,

And the things behind your bed.

From the laughing in the hallway,

To the humming in your head.