So I'm Growing Old on Magic Mountain - Father John Misty

That was the last New Year I’ll ever see

I wanna stay on that magic mountain

With lost souls and beautiful women

I drank some of Farmer’s potion

And we were moving in slow motion

The slower, the better

The slower, the better

'Cause there’s no one old on magic mountain

There’s no one old, old on magic mountain

And that was the very last barn I’m burning

So for now everyone is dancing

As if it’s any time but the present

So for now every young thing in my path

I’ll hold their face so long inside my hands

The longer, the better

The longer, the better

'Cause there’s no one old on magic mountain

There’s no one old, old on magic mountain

The wine has all been emptied, the smoke has cleared

As people file back to the valley

On the last night of life’s party

These days the years thin till I can’t remember

Just what it feels like to be young forever

So the longer I stay here

The longer there’s no future

So I’m growing old on magic mountain

I’m growing old, old on magic mountain