If you see Rose Dover, that's her secret nameShe would meet three others to keep the forest safeShe said, my reality got so cold, maybe leaveImaginations you never killed by the teenage meYou don't have to throw it awayThrow being a hook kid awayJust because you're growing up faster every dayYou, you don't have to throw it all awayYou don't have to throw it all awayThere's a wayI've been thinking latelyI've been thinking latelyIt's not a permanent sister situationJust a face that she sentI've been thinking latelyI've been thinking latelyIt's not permanentA scatter of birdsAbove her headA scatter of birdsAbove her headLeft behindA digit of meYou don't have to throw it awayThrow being a hook kid awayJust because you're growing up faster every dayYou, you don't have to throw it all awayYou, you don't have to throw it awayThere's a wayHappy was Rose DoverSpeaking badger phone rappingBehind the lumberjackPondering the dilemmasAt the Redwood ConferenceShe cries, my realityIt's now called make-believeImagination's funeralKilled by the teenage rainYou don't have to throw it awayThrow being a hook kid awayJust because you'reGrowing upFaster at four a dayYouYou don't have to throw it all awayYou don't have to throw it all awayAnd as you rise a roseYou will forever stayHappy