We use to find ourselves in familiar placesnBeautiful faces tell us stories.nTo last, to last throughout the winternAnd memories for longer.nnSo I will put away these childish things nAnd pretend like they never fit.nAnd nothing beats the view like the view from the floornIt doesn’t feel like summer anymore.nnYou’re makin’ waves now off the east coast and thatnMakes more sense now. It makes more sense nownCause’ who needs anyone to hold there hand nWhile they’re running away as fast as they can.nnSo I will put away these childish things nAnd pretend like they never fit.nAnd nothing beats the view like the view from the floornIt doesn’t feel like summer anymore.nnSo I will put away these childish things nAnd pretend like they never fit.nAnd nothing beats the view like the view from the floornIt doesn’t feel like summer anymore.