We were walking Through a meadow so surreal Not a power line in sight No old secrets to reveal Don't go gently Don't you dare go without a fight Wanna see you in my twenties Wanna see you in the dying light I know they say you Play pretend until you're dead I've got this odd feeling That if I Make my bed in evidence I won't be truly living Collecting dirt from every state In jars beside your bed Reading every article But nothing grows in your head Don't go gently Like the sparks on the 4th of July I was sitting on your queen-sized bed Fireworks in your eyes We were walking But I felt like running 'til I don't know the names of the streets That reminds me of me That kills the disease Of a cog in the machine That matters to me That matters to me