we were on streets
feel the sable sky
tensor in my hand
and I was up to fly
slipping through branches
across the neighborhood
though tiny, we were masters
at sneaking through the woods
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the hardest part of it
we lost the midnight risk
our hearts we're galloping
the thrill, the thrill
the thrill, the thrill
memories that will still.
my memory of you
dont you worry, worry
we will be young again. again again
we will be young again. again again
hobbled to a lantern
at the center of space
the openness was freedom
and we meant to celebrate
but soon we did notice
our feet touched the floor
yeah we we're much older
under the moonlight