No Bogart, no Bergman, no Brando
No more Hemingway, no Hesse - the art ingrained in our marrow
So in retrospect does it not seem
that we lament the grace of greats as we do our youthful dreams?
But in nuance, we are capable of our own renainssance
A respiring anachronism to animate us
And as long as we sing, we can stay young like this
And we can
Reinvent the world
like we used to, screaming:
Years will wilt and I will mourn
I will decay until my body fades away
But my kindnesses are eternal
(I am infinite, I will remain)
The years will wilt and I will mourn
but you're as beautiful as the day you were born
and that's true
(You're still here)
No Lennon, no Cash or Sinatra
No more Morrison, no Jackson - all with whom we were brought up
...And so it seem I'm here interminably
like I'm sewing all my stiches in lieu of the seeds
Like I'm grasping to sand in a salubrious sea
Youth slip faster through fingers, the harder I squeeze
And then I doubt if I'll love anything
the way I loved those songs when I was seventeen
Reinvent the world
like we used to, screaming:
Years will wilt and I will mourn
I will decay until my body fades away
But my kindnesses are eternal
(I am infinite, I will remain)
The years will wilt and I will mourn
but you're as beautiful as the day you were born
and that's true
(You're still here)
Friends raise you as much as family
(And I believe) This way, youth is sustained eternally
(And I believe) Love is the only currency
And I believe, love is all that defines me
I now believe that time will increase your worth
That you're as beautiful as the day you were born
The truth is - we're all scared, we're all unprepared
But together we stand - look to your right, to your left and
breathe
You're still here with me
So were we born and raised to be the same?
No, no
We're not the same and there is no one way
We are each unique but we are equal
It's your brush, your canvas and easel
Everyone must pave their own way
We have to change, we have to change
and if we don't we'll suffocate
Reinvent the world
like we used to, screaming:
Years will wilt and I will mourn
I will decay until my body fades away
But my kindnesses are eternal
(I am infinite, I will remain)
The years will wilt and I will mourn
but you're as beautiful as the day you were born
and that's true
(You're still here)
You're as beautiful as the day you were born
yeah you
