We were young again.
You were the boy.
And I was the girl.
There was a garden
And we ran
And we ran
And we ran.
Barefoot.
Collecting new scratches
And thorns every time.
I stood on your feet
To reach your face
As we explored our innocence.
We were young again.
You were the boy.
And I was the girl.
There was a garden.
And everything was perfect.