It slips away
All those certainties, finger-locked in knowing
All those glowing comraderies and like-a-bicycle skills
All those thrills that seem so constant
The games that we play
It all just slips away
One day awoken to this broken set of memories
Of all the things we used to be
All the things we learned to free
After all the years we tried
And still they died
They died, they died

Watch this ride of roller coasting
Coast right off the track
Just for that final thrill of boasting
Never turning back