Whatever happened to the ambition The youthful enthusiasm of dancing in the wild As the synth rhythm guides each limb In accordance to the sentiment given by the DJ
We were nothing more than broke kids
There was something beautiful about the way our spirits Would float like wisps in the wind Freefalling past the worries that held us back From seeing the 5am sun
Take into account the amount of time we didn't know we had, and you can see how lucky we were.