she pinches me into the darkness
dried our playing ground
taking us to tangerine heaven
nostalgia, it will sound like
endless expressions of happiness
coming from semi-innocent minds
let the dust fill our skin
before the moon makes us all blind
these memories will never demise
stronger than the strongest wind and will always remind
of our afternoon sun
she's always good to us
our afternoon sun
we should go out and its a must
here we are, when black turns into white
and slowly looses those youthful hype
but will always understand and miss
our afternoon sun
even it's virtually gone
our afternoon sun
we haven't seen it in a month
our eyes may hurt from these watered chlorine
but we dont need euphoria from this morphine