Is this the old side of young, or the young side of old?
Can I still invent myself, or has my story been told?
I can remember the feeling of yesteryear
A mixture of confidence slightly brackish with fear
Water and fire
Lost and found in kind
All my desire
You know it all goes down in my mind
The days keep slipping out the door
To get in their line
Moving backwards and forwards
They're threaded by time
Water and fire
Lost and found in kind
All my desire
You know it all goes down in my mind
Hey you, what are you waiting for, fool?
You act as though you've got all the time in the world
But here's what's true: you're just standing still
While you're turning all your dots into lines
While you're turning all your dots into lines
Decide who you are, not what you're wanting to be
Decide who you are, not what you're wanting to be
Is this the old side of young, or the young side of old?
Can I still invent myself, or has my story been told?
Saint Ophelia - Canvas Lyrics
Saint Ophelia - Canvas Lyrics
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Is this the old side of young, or the young side of old?
Can I still invent myself, or has my story been told?
I can remember the feeling of yesteryear
A mixture of confidence slightly brackish with fear
Water and fire
Lost and found in kind
All my desire
You know it all goes down in my mind
The days keep slipping out the door
To get in their line
Moving backwards and forwards
They're threaded by time
Water and fire
Lost and found in kind
All my desire
You know it all goes down in my mind
Hey you, what are you waiting for, fool?
You act as though you've got all the time in the world
But here's what's true: you're just standing still
While you're turning all your dots into lines
While you're turning all your dots into lines
Decide who you are, not what you're wanting to be
Decide who you are, not what you're wanting to be
Is this the old side of young, or the young side of old?
Can I still invent myself, or has my story been told?
Can I still invent myself, or has my story been told?
I can remember the feeling of yesteryear
A mixture of confidence slightly brackish with fear
Water and fire
Lost and found in kind
All my desire
You know it all goes down in my mind
The days keep slipping out the door
To get in their line
Moving backwards and forwards
They're threaded by time
Water and fire
Lost and found in kind
All my desire
You know it all goes down in my mind
Hey you, what are you waiting for, fool?
You act as though you've got all the time in the world
But here's what's true: you're just standing still
While you're turning all your dots into lines
While you're turning all your dots into lines
Decide who you are, not what you're wanting to be
Decide who you are, not what you're wanting to be
Is this the old side of young, or the young side of old?
Can I still invent myself, or has my story been told?
Writer: Joseph Panzetta
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