If you see Rose Dover, that's her secret name
She would meet three others to keep the forest safe
She said, my reality got so cold, maybe leave
Imaginations you never killed by the teenage me
You don't have to throw it away
Throw being a hook kid away
Just because you're growing up faster every day
You, you don't have to throw it all away
You don't have to throw it all away
There's a way
I've been thinking lately
I've been thinking lately

It's not a permanent sister situation
Just a face that she sent
I've been thinking lately
I've been thinking lately
It's not permanent
A scatter of birds
Above her head
A scatter of birds
Above her head
Left behind
A digit of me
You don't have to throw it away
Throw being a hook kid away
Just because you're growing up faster every day
You, you don't have to throw it all away
You, you don't have to throw it away

There's a way
Happy was Rose Dover
Speaking badger phone rapping
Behind the lumberjack
Pondering the dilemmas
At the Redwood Conference
She cries, my reality
It's now called make-believe
Imagination's funeral
Killed by the teenage rain
You don't have to throw it away
Throw being a hook kid away
Just because you're
Growing up
Faster at four a day
You
You don't have to throw it all away
You don't have to throw it all away
And as you rise a rose
You will forever stay
Happy