Testo Grown Out

It was the dead of summer, and it felt like the beginning and end
Days bled into each other, I heard music that would bruise me
How could I be the same again?

Like seeing in color for the first time
Now Hate has a brother, he’s a friend of mine

And now you got me singing at the top of my lungs “What is going on?”
Singing at the top of my lungs
“Do you know this song?” (“What is going on?”)
Singing at the top of my lungs
“What is going on?” (“Do you know this song?”)
It’s blocked out the sun

It gave me the words
To say where I’ve been
To carve out of stone
The things that I’ve seen

And now you got me singing at thе top of my lungs
“What is going on?”
Singing at the top of my lungs “Do you know this song?” (“What is going on?”)
Singing at the top of my lungs
“What is going on?” (“Do you know this song?”)
It’s blocked out thе sun

The years started weighing heavy on my feet
I didn’t even notice I’m on my own
I replaced the bone now with slab and stone
I didn’t even notice I’m on my own

I stopped in my tracks like I’d been robbed
The chorus kicked in I wasn’t singing along
The words were the same; the meaning was lost
That’s how I found out I’d grown out of your songs
Grown out of your songs
Grown out of your songs
Grown out