I guess we'll just have to adjust.

"Somethin' filled up
my heart with nothin',
someone told me not to cry.

(...)

Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don't grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We're just a million little god's causin rain storms turnin' every good thing to rust."

ARCADE FIRE