Chris Rodgers Songtext / Lyric

When I was young I had dreams, my senses weren't repressed. emotions now mass produce, there will be none left soon enough, stuck held fast like fossils in amber. I just want to be a child again, take this child away. feeling older. getting older. I?ve grown too concerned. sleep we sleep 1/3 of our lives away / spoon feed me. it's going it gone. Chris I remember the waffle ball bat