It's been a year now, maybe longer
She's felt the sunshine on the long hair
She's still got salt in her old sneakers
Just to remind her that she used to have adventures

And she's being honest, sending correspondence
To the Queens of Sheba in their rambly apartment
She feels her heartbeat, slow and synthetic
She wants that rush but she can't figure where to get it

She sings:
I'm getting older by the minute
What's this life if I'm not brave enough to live it?


So she made a promise right there on Church Street
To let the light in and stop living in the backseat
And in an instant something was different
Her eyes in heaven woke to see that she's a mystic

And in the chorus all around her
Hands, sermons, voices full of laughter

Looks like
We're getting older by the minute
What's this life if we're not brave enough to live it?

Now she sees in colors
Now she moves like fire
Now she hears in harmony
Now she sees in color
Now she moves like fire
Now she hears in harmony
Now she sees in colors
Now she moves like fire
Now she hears in harmony
Now she sees in colors
Now she moves like fire
Now she hears in harmony

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