Lyricist : Tyler Mead/Lindsay Sweat/John Christopher Gomez/Stephen James Gomez

Composer : Tyler Mead/Lindsay Sweat/John Christopher Gomez/Stephen James Gomez

Slippin through my fingers wish that I could fall asleep with the light on

Nostalgic for the present tense cause you’re the weight that I can rely on

Concrete nights hearts out on the dash

Somewhere soon we’re gonna wish we could go back to

These growing pains

Our beating hearts

Late night driving through the dark

And all the ways

we fell so hard

Just to find out who we are

So take my hand take the long way home

Light a firework before we go

Heaven knows

When the clocks run out of time

We’re gonna miss this life

We’re gonna miss this life

When the clocks run out of time

We’re gonna miss this life

We’re gonna miss this life

When the clocks run out of time

We’re gonna miss this life

You could call karma how I found my lucky star in this weird city

Hanging out in shopping malls, cause there was nowhere else for us to be

Flying high down 9th and ash

Someday soon we’re gonna wish we could go back to

These growing pains

Our beating hearts

Late night driving through the dark

And all the ways

we fell so hard

Just to find out who we are

So take my hand take the long way home

Light a firework before we go

Heaven knows

When the clocks run out of time

We’re gonna miss this life

We’re gonna miss this life

When the clocks run out of time

We’re gonna miss this life

We’re gonna miss this life

When the clocks run out of time

We’re gonna miss this life

We’re gonna miss this life

When the clocks run out of time

We’re gonna miss this life