i was young and you were free
etching wooden hearts in the tree
of our backyard where you fell
summer skin was salty sweet
musing over our destiny
of fame, fame and glory
we're just waiting for our time
always waiting to cross that line
and you know it's not about now
it's about forever
i was young and you were free
etching wooden hearts in the tree
of our backyard where you fell
i went slow but you were fast
i guess we knew these days would never last
till the early light of the morning
and when indie bands teach you about
love and responsibility.
you better listen

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