[Interlude]
[Verse 1]
So what's left of your imagination?
When time slows down, you lay still
Looking back, it's not always worthless
You're aware of the bed you lay in
Cling to youth, it's your own devotion
Though it's juvenile, you remain open
Oscillations that ricochet
Let the child in you slowly meditate (Oh)
[Interlude]
[Verse 1]
So what's left of your imagination?
When time slows down, you lay still
Looking back, it's not always worthless
You're aware of the bed you lay in
Cling to youth, it's your own devotion
Though it's juvenile, you remain open
Oscillations that ricochet
Let the child in you slowly meditate (Oh)
[Interlude]
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