Folkin' Around - Panic! At The Disco

Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two

Where summers lasted longer than, longer than we do

When nothing really mattered except for me to be with you

But in time, we all forgot and we all grew

Your melody sounds as sweet as the first time it was sung

With a little bit more character for show

And by the time your father’s heard of all the wrong you’ve done

Then I’m putting out the lantern, find your own way back home

If I’d forgotten how to sing before I’d sung this song

I’ll write it all across the wall before my job is done

And I’ll even have the courtesy of admitting I was wrong

As the final words before I’m dead and gone

You’ve never been so divine in accepting your defeat

And I’ve never been more scared to be alone

If love is not enough to put my enemies to sleep

Then I’m putting out the lantern, find your own way back home