Roll Over
When I was a kid
Things were different
I didn't think of you
You didn't exist
But here it is
A window sill
I sit perplexed
The rain makes everything glow
But turns this heart to stone
I'm a young dog
I can still learn some new tricks
But the body grows old
The soul grows cold
That's not something I can fix
So if you want some magic
I can disappear
Is there really any problem here
Every song I write now
Is an anthem to the sun
They're better off just burning up
And every single rhyme
Every little change in time
Is for the stars
They're too far away
Millions of lightyears
Account for the space
This heart is a satellite
A false impression on your mind
I'm a young dog
I can still learn some new tricks
But the body grows old
The soul grows cold
That's not something I can fix
So if you want some magic
I can disappear
Is there really any problem here
This isn't over
It's not the end
I can tell you're my friend
So I'll just go
And if this is life
I'm not a fan
But here it is
So here I am
I'll just go
I'm a young dog
I can still learn some new tricks
But the body grows old
The soul grows cold
That's not something I can fix
So if you want some magic
I can disappear
Is there really any problem here
No, no
There isn't any problem here
Things were different
I didn't think of you
You didn't exist
But here it is
A window sill
I sit perplexed
The rain makes everything glow
But turns this heart to stone
I'm a young dog
I can still learn some new tricks
But the body grows old
The soul grows cold
That's not something I can fix
So if you want some magic
I can disappear
Is there really any problem here
Every song I write now
Is an anthem to the sun
They're better off just burning up
And every single rhyme
Every little change in time
Is for the stars
They're too far away
Millions of lightyears
Account for the space
This heart is a satellite
A false impression on your mind
I'm a young dog
I can still learn some new tricks
But the body grows old
The soul grows cold
That's not something I can fix
So if you want some magic
I can disappear
Is there really any problem here
This isn't over
It's not the end
I can tell you're my friend
So I'll just go
And if this is life
I'm not a fan
But here it is
So here I am
I'll just go
I'm a young dog
I can still learn some new tricks
But the body grows old
The soul grows cold
That's not something I can fix
So if you want some magic
I can disappear
Is there really any problem here
No, no
There isn't any problem here
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Benson
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