and... wake up!

Something filled up
my heart with nothing,
someone told me not to cry.

But now that I'm older,
my heart's colder,
and I can see that it's a lie.

Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don't grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We're just a million little god's causing rainstorms
turning every good thing to rust.

I guess we'll just have to adjust.

With my lighning bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am going to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.

With my lighning bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am going
With my lighning bolts a glowin'
I can see where I am going

You better look out below!

Arcade Fire, "Wake Up"