Through the woods And the weddings Through the waterparks Past the house where you turned eleven Through the falling snow Tell me, Is old echo mine? Tell me, Is old echo mine? Through the books And in October Through the howling winds If you recall, The church was there before it burned to the ground Tell me, Is old echo mine? Tell me, Is old echo mine? Tell me, Is old echo mine? Tell me, Is old echo mine? Tell me, Is old echo mine? Tell me, Is old echo mine?