Lyric

Waking up in the middle of a feverish night

The surface of my water’s trembling in the light

Neon colors bleeding through the curtain's seam

The TV’s murmuring a distant, tragic scheme

And then, out of nowhere, it all comes back to me

A room in the country where the wind was blowing free

The buzzing of cicadas and the old electric fan

The nights back then, when the world began

I open up the window but nothing starts to change

Only time is flowing, silent and so strange

Just a sudden moment, out of the blue

Childhood memories come rushing through

It’s not like I’m begging to go back to the start

But those days weren't so bad, deep in my heart

"You’ve grown up now, haven't you?"

Those words are sinking in, quiet and true

The starry sky we watched that night so long ago

Is out of reach now, in the city’s glow

Giant dreams and the tiny stumbles on the way

So many sunsets fading at the end of every day

I can’t cry as easily as I used to do

Back when the world was wide and everything was new

I’m more free than ever, or so the story goes

But why does my shadow look so lonely? Heaven knows

Everything is shifting, everything is new

But something’s still remaining, deep inside the view

The scent of the grass on a summer afternoon

The long, dancing shadows beneath a rising moon

They’re melting into the dark of the night

Calling out my name, soft and light

"You’ve grown up now, haven't you?"

I thought I heard a voice, whispering through

Through the tears and the laughter, the joy and the pain

Those days are the reason I’m standing in the rain

I stood on my tiptoes, trying to be tall

Walking with my chin up, waiting for the call

But somewhere in the distance, left behind the door

A kindness is waiting... just like before

Just a sudden moment, out of the blue

Childhood memories come rushing through

I know there’s no way to return to the past

But I’ll hold onto the things meant to last

"You’ve grown up now, haven't you?"

It doesn't mean the old self is finally through

It means living the "now," with the "then" inside of you

Adults we’ve become

But the summer wind still blows

Still blows