I'm not afraid To let myself go And when I sleep this whole entire time when children cry This hole that's been inside throughout my life I learn to fill it up with your collisions The younger ones make me feel old The more we sleep The more I fold into existence Bluish in shadow Seeking the mountain air In search of love this whole entire time when weather crumbles In love with simple things from such collisions The younger ones make me feel old The more we sleep The more I fold into existence The hollow ones break down like ice The more we try, the more I fail you This is ground control to Major Tom Wait, Tom I'm sorry The younger ones make me feel old The more we sleep The more I fold into existence The hollow ones break down like ice The more we try, the more I fail you