The air is colder there at night
Don't let me forget the feeling

The sky is bitter like the darkest chocolate
And bitter still at me for ever leaving

It was only yesterday that the grandest sky stretched out before me
Ever high

Be it breathing down my youthful neck
Don't let me forget the feeling of why

*Don't let me forget the feeling

we’re told we are round pegs in square holes
with minds and dreams beyond our years
so we grow to be into the world
as wary right-brained wanderers
oblivious misfits looking for romantic nooks
versions of our own leather-bound fears
seeking tales of the past and fantasies of the future
isn’t imagination real beneath all its layers?

soon you grow up and find your truth
this life is yours and not theirs to choose

maybe we are round pegs in square holes
with minds and dreams beyond our years
so breathe you, breathe to the rhythm of your soul
live not to be liked, live to remember
we’re only travellers after all
with borrowed time and experiences to treasure
then why live to be liked
when we can live for ourselves in golden measure?