Текст песни Pow

It's an odd and awful way to be it's a happy laughter of the free it's a truth and it's a dare it's a feeling in the air it's a mother's love for a child it's a burst from someone else's universe it's something you carry with you like a curse it's a smile or a tear it's a treasured souvenir it's a cue that makes the heart sing and an argument has nowhere to go and you'll grow old before you know and the memories shine clear like looking in a mirror and you remember all the times you were sincere and the mood will hit you, you'll be a baby again it will take and embrace you like an old friend adventure in your eyes with manic surprise like the sun shining through the clouds POW