Never said too much about the space between his eardrums
Never mind that it was gold
Flew in on a hunch that life was sincere and youth immortal
A sucker punch could land him to his knees
Count 2 3 4
Count 2 3 4
Amy had her friends and her sweet, sweet delinquents
To help her fall away from you
A six string is waiting for you to seize the moment and blaze your entry
I'll take the fast lane again
Count 2 3 4
Count 2 3 4
Count 2 3 4
Count 2 3 4
Wrap the silver questions around your head
Forget the dreams under your bed
And i can't wait till you belong
Slipping through the crack and number the age restrictions
Rusty denim never felt so good
Morning hair without a care, would you ever be so lucky?
These are the golden years for you
Count 2 3 4
Count 2 3 4
Count 2 3 4
Count 2 3 4
(we are the ocean)
Wrap the silver questions around your head
(we have the numbers)
Forget the dreams under your bed
(we will maje you forget)
And i can't wait till you belong
(we are the ocean)
Wrap the silver questions around your head
(we have the numbers)
Forget the dreams under your bed
(we will maje you forget)
And i can't wait till you belong