Lyrics

Remember when I was a freshman, we jumped into the fountain on the square
One Thursday evening in the springtime, we didn't take our shoes off, didn't care
Waded and laughed and acted stupid, pretending I was walking on the air
On the air

I think you thought that I was happy, thought that I was over all of it
I think I must've played my part well, must've had a big smile on my lips
I think that it was my first deep cut and I just wasn't healed yet, I'll admit
I'll admit

How many bodies are walking wounded
How many smiles are disguising pain
If there is so much underneath our surface
Can we be made new again, can we be made new again

And life is kind of like a painter with a palette full of reds and grays
Who fills our youth with fresh new brushstrokes of the oranges and crimsons he portrays
Yet as we grow he adds more layers and turns the canvas rusty in the haze
In the haze