I vaguely remember us on the edge of a canal Fists clenched, holding the night sky Standing, screaming that we were alive Back then it wouldn't have been a lie
And on barstools as well, faint guitar riffs Echoing through smoky pub air Heads lain flat on damp tables Wish we'd known then the difference between having purpose and simply breathing
Also our beds, with the lights dimmed Asking questions neither could answer Just two ignorant kids waxing philosophy Just two ignorant kids already forgetting how to live