The plural time is so over, it's been on my mind for some time. From ever since they got colder, I'm hangin' in to what will stay and grow. Sure I'll miss a small part, the ones who always had a smile to give. From what's left here to hold on to, I'll pull away to turn throughs a stray. These are my friends, these are our lives. (this is what it's worth) This is our world, this is our time. (this is what it's all about) And I'll spend more time, doing things that might get me out of here. To come back as a new kid, for you to lose you minds one big star. These are...So warm, so bad. With no fear of what we had.