We can just sit in the park
And amaze ourselves
With games
That people don't know we play
Like old times
We were young
And not a worry in the world
But, now all the murderers are out to get us
And people are cruel
This globe it spins on an empty space
But, that doesn’t mean that we're going nowhere

So, soak up what’s left of a magnificent childhood
An array of forgiveness was lined on the dry wood
It's not nearly ending, it's a fortress were building
So, the world might be ugly, but we’re still ascending
Into clouds that we've formed
Through the sky that we've drawn

All the cars
They slow down
To gaze at the castle we've built
To hide the fear and the guilt that we share
It's a way to pretend that we are really young again
And create living art, to tear this sadness apart and free ourselves
Because what’s wrong with hiding?

So, forget all the downsides, of growing and aging
Think of it as learning and turning the page to
See what is next in this book that were reading
Under the twilight that might just be raining
But, somehow we'll stay dry
Even if were lied to

So, soak up what’s left of a magnificent childhood
An array of forgiveness was lined on the dry wood
It's not nearly ending, it's a fortress were building
So the world might be ugly, but we’re still ascending
Into clouds that we've formed
Through the sky that we've drawn


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