When we were young, we made the
mistakes that make us what we are today
When we get old, we long for the lessons that were meant for yesterday
When we were ghosts, we showed you
the light and dark, all that's left is grey
When we are gone, we hope for
the knowledge that you wanted us to stay

In your oils, in your bones, in your dreams you build a home
In your heart, in your hands, in the place you die
Your teenage wonderland

When we were young, we wore out years,
orbiting girls like brave new worlds
When we get old, we hope just enough to
hold something that we can call our own

In your heart, in your hands, in the place you die
Your teenage wonderland

When we get home, we hope just enough to
hold something that we can call our own

I'm a boy, playing a man
Trying to understand
This teenage wonderland