To grow up means to give everything you've discovered
but hope that you'll meet down the road.
To break free is never easy, move on to another
but I always forget what I'm told.

The music unfolds like a shotgun explodes
when I'm left to clean up the mess.
Just when I've found you, the clock works against you
and I just can't handle the rest.

You won't believe your eyes.
It's the kind of impression you get one chance to make
Then it's gone before its time.

Perceptions of connections are only illusions
that help me to sleep at night.
It's only temporary, and soon you'll see
all that's been left behind.

The girl with the answer to my every question
disappears when the light rushes in
Off to fight battles in which youth must surrender
but says goodnight before she begins.

You won't believe your eyes.
It's the kind of impression you get one chance to make
Then it's gone before its time.

You're not yet ready to say your goodbyes to me.
I only hope that it's harder than you thought it would be.

You won't believe your eyes.
It's the kind of impression you get one chance to make
Then it's gone before its time.