And on that day exclaim: "Those days are long since gone!" Though it may seem so far away, I can promise that it won't be long till you sleep at night: You won't be thinking like that other time. There won't be reason to sense atrophy - you won't be thinking like that other time. In the story of that sublime day when the peaks held your lives at bay, you put your foot down on the cliff that would later make your food taste so damn good. And you'll sleep at night - you won't be thinking like that other time. There won't be reason to sense atrophy: you won't be thinking like that other time. One shouldn't have to feel the way you do right now. But I know you'll be fine.