Letra de Target Form

We are little kids Making grown-up decisions That will last for twice as long As our feeble vision Laughing at the undertow We define our youth and soon our dreams will change and become American Time is nothing more than a series of choices Our minds are mere collections of different Timbre voices our dreams are realized or forgotten We are what we become We are growing up, but not fast enough Be now while you are young The person in your mind is no coincidence Conform to the archetype that regulates the Mint friends are christmas cards Fifteen years from now