The Old Vines

I'll wait around until the world caves in
I'll try to say something that's bittersweet Return to the days
Remember the part I played
Slaying the old vines
How could I know?
Is father tired of his life?
Remember kids we dress in black
And hide our eyes
So I pass through the fire
And now my arms have tired
From holding the whole world
I'm watching it fall
And this lesson's burning well worth learning
Please don't say this won't concern me now
This is my chance
I don't know where I ever went wrong