Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Aryn Michelle Calhoun
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Shiny legs slipping on trampolines
I'd stare straight at the sun if I could
Ripping my jeans on the fence wires
Fingertips splintered with playground wood
My brother's the curly headed joker
Lived in the house of the king and queen
So much love at the feast, there's leftovers
We didn't know any other way to be
We were growing up far too fast
Time don't last
Time don't last
The king sat us down on that sofa
The one burned, full of holes from the Christmas lights
He choked up and said he had hard news
Kind that took the whole kingdom by surprise
Lost his mother on the operating table
She was there and then suddenly gone
Was the first time I saw the man behind the crown
Was the first time that I'd tasted loss
We were growing up far too fast
Time don't last
Time don't last
The moving van backed down the driveway
Left that street for the very last time
The queen dropping tears like ticker tape
Didn't know then, but now I know why
We were growing up far too fast
Time don't last
Time don't last
Time don't last
Time don't last
Written by: Aryn Michelle Calhoun
