"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 causin’ rain storms
turnin’ every good thing to rust.
I guess we’ll just have to adjust…”

"Wake Up" by The Arcade Fire