I don't want to grow up.
Sometimes I feel like I don't show up.
I know that time is healing me.
My cuts and bruises I still feel.

I feel like I'm loosing touch.
Maybe romance has become too much.
When the lights shine on me.
My cuts and bruises I still see.

Dancing in the dark.
Having our heart to heart.
With the fire in the distance.
Burning our love into existence;

And my troubles away.