It feels colder Than I remember But the cold I always try to forget In the summer My mind tries to Lock away the warmth of the sun But we're getting older Although we feel we are Still babes in arms And even in corners There lies a glory When all of our doors Swell up in their frames I know it will be raining soon And we'll all be changing I know now Our minds are A made up thing There was magic In my grandmother's house When I was just barely a boy I'd go searching With my sisters Through rooms where our mother Used to sleep But we're getting older Although we feel we are Still babes in arms