Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two
Where summers lasted longer than, longer than we do
Where nothing really mattered except for me to be with you
But in time we all forgot and we all grew

Your melody sounds as sweet as the first time it was sung
With a little bit more character for show
And by the time, your fatherÂ’s heard of all the wrong, youÂ’ve done
IÂ’m putting out the lantern find your own way back home

If IÂ’ve forgotten how to sing before IÂ’ve sung this song
IÂ’ll write it all across the wall before my job is done
And IÂ’ll even have the courtesy of admitting I was wrong
As the final words before IÂ’m dead and gone

YouÂ’ve never been so divine in accepting your defeat
And IÂ’ve never been more scared to be alone
If love is not enough to put my enemies to sleep
Then IÂ’m putting out the lantern find your own way back home