Town Square

Gotta leave this house
Wore a hole in the floor
If I’m a ghost in the air
It is the snow that formed me
Wish we’d been alive
Before the world was bright
I would’ve painted you in the town square
Under a purple sky
Now all we are
Is reaching for the light
Now my mind is thin
Like a liar’s cry
They said, «If we don’t die young
We get old and die»
I said
All we are is reaching for the light
All we are is reaching for the light
All we are
All we are
And all we are
All we are
And all we are
Is reaching for the light
All we are
Is reaching for the light