Look down. The ground below is crumbling. Look up. The stars are all exploding. . Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ho, hi (hi, hi, hi). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah).
I remember the end of school. Felt like the start of something bigger. Bigger than the sky at night in your big backyard. When your parents were gone and we were drinking a cask.
Same river from my window. Same moon on the same trees. I lie in the same bed where I held you. Through winter nights that were just like these. . But nothing feels at all the same.
Sometimes when the sky is clear blue. Sometimes I can hear you singing to me. But lately part of me just crumbles. Every time I hear that melody. . Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah.
Make it last, make it last. You, me together. Make it last, make it last. Now, forever, now start. One second, two seconds, I reckon. We'll have a blast if we make it last..
Pale moonlight, neon-bright. Whispers in the early night. Golden mane, read 'The Game'. Watch them drawn like moths to flame. . Studied the practical tactics of pick-ups.
When we go out dancing on a Friday night. I get this funny feeling, something's not quite right. My sense of rhythm is incontrovertibly shite. I can't fake it.
There was a guy at my school when I was in high school. We'd ride side by side in the morning on our bicycles. Never even spoken or faced each other. But on the last hill we'd race each other.