too soon

You can't believe everything that you read
I'll read a book until I fall asleep
I'll sleep till I remember all my dreams
And dream till I remember who to be

There's no reason to be anything you aren't
There's no reason to do anything you can't
I never understood it till today
And I still don't understand it

And in the bitter cold
We're feeling kind of old
Might have sold our souls
But to who?

And like a winter's day
When it's pouring down with rain
I might just be afraid
That the sun goes down too soon

It's overcast until the afternoon
And then the sun comes out at half past two
I pull the curtains open with a smile
And then the sun goes back behind a cloud

There's never been a better metaphor
The weather's letters get us off the floor
So shed a little light on something more
And maybe that could open up a door

But, in the bitter cold
When you're feeling kind of old
Might have sold your soul
But to who?

And like a winter's day
Pouring down with grace
I might just be afraid
That the sun goes down too soon

Too soon
Too soon
Too soon
Too soon

Too soon
Too soon
Too soon