So what if I told you we were just some frightened kids?
Backs to the cool breeze beneath the western bridge.
And what if I told you these ghosts were all her friends?
Deep breaths, we dove into the current.
But we were young then.
So what if I held you those nights before we slipped?
Toes in the warm stream, across the northern cliffs.
And what if I drove you to places often missed?
Deep breaths, we dove into the current.
But we were young then.
Oh, we were young then.
We built these castles out of sand and stone,
But we were young then.