Lyrics

The crying yawn of statues made of glass,
they ate the bread they said was meant to last.
My medicine The Warlock stole from me,
so I chew the poison now to fall asleep.
I’m asking, “where were you?”
Where are you?

Will I get older?
Will I get older?
Will I get older?
Will I get older?

Oh can you take me back to Avalon,
where winds were sweet, and where I still felt strong?
I’ll cross the waves and sing the song again,
bleed out the bitterness and bit my tongue.
I’m asking, “where were you?”
Where are you?

Oh where were you?
Where are you?

Will I get older?
Will I get older?
Will I get older?
Will I get older?

Will I get stronger?
Can I hold you on my shoulder if I have to?
Will I get older?
Will I get older?

Knelt down in the water,
will I get older?
Drown in my laughter.
Will you drown with me if I fade away?