Wake Up.
(Win Butler)

Something filled up
my heart with nothing
someone told me not to cry.

Now that I'm older
my heart's colder
and I can see that it's a lie.

Children, wake up
hold your mistake up
before they turn the summer into dust.

Children, don't grow up
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up
we're just a million little gods causing rain storms
turning every good thing to rust.

I guess we'll just have to adjust.