First - Separator

Born in this place

Turn around you’ve seen it before

Remember how it felt

Sitting on my front porch

Time has come

Oh of course I’ll come to pick you up

We had to grow up fast

And nothing came our way for too long

Flipping through the pictures

When did I become so numb?

You’d cover up your eyes

And I follow you along

A cover up

I searched through it all but there’s still no sign

Come home

I said it a million times

Life in eleven was not as hard as it is now

Oh of course I’ll come to pick you up

And it will feel like the first time

Oh it will feel like the first time