Time flies by with the broken window sills Years gone by but I think I love you still I'm not changing I've just grown off the carousel And best dates of them we'll never know You scraped your knee just putting on a show As for intentions we really can't know for sure Oh for sure Because The sun, it still rises, their hearts are still violent Their minds are not made of bread Winters get colder as we're getting older But some things remain unsaid Remain unsaid La la-aa-ah, la-la-la la-la-ah This song is quite worthless but searching for a purpose Oh hopelessly out of tune To never be perfect 'cause perfect is wordless I've suffered through quite a few In search for perfection of modest complexion I'll abandon it through and through I'm searching for romance but I certainly know that I'll never be something new I'll never be something new because The sun, it still rises, my heart is still violent My mind is not made of bread Winters get colder as I'm getting older But I still leave things unsaid Oh bread La-la-la la, la la-aa-ah, la-la-la la-la, -eh