Ah-ahhh, ah-ahhh My hands are still Trying to make it through That's what people do I'm not trying to look like you You thought I'd be brave, but I'm still the same Old memories haunt my hands Ah-ahhh, ah-ahhh The ones I use To carve in the wood Your name, old memories, they don't bend They don't bend like you They don't fade like you do Someday, maybe I'll envy your place Things in the sandglass tend to turn so bad While you will never know how it feels to really lose something ♪ I don't have any hero You decided to go and that's fine But now my mother's weeping 'cause you've been so brave Is it irony? Well maybe, guess old memories, they don't bend They don't bend like you They don't fade like you do Someday, maybe I'll envy your place Things in the sandglass tend to turn so bad While you will never know how it feels To really lose something