Remember when we would play for hours every day?
No plans, only skipping and dancing to the next quiet stream
Helping with chores so we could leave that much sooner
Roaming the streets with skateboards and scooters
Amusing the neighbors with our imaginative ventures
We were kids then
Intimidated by nothing
Overwhelmed by everything
So filled by the need for something more
Do you still think about playing in the morning?
Or has it all become a chore?
A tired bore before you can finally sleep some more
A constant repeat of one tv episode
And you can't seem to find that stupid remote
Maybe it's time to unplug, man
There's a tree outside that hasn't been climb since you were three
Maybe it's meant to be?
All I'm saying mi amores is one day we all will swim, jump and run again
In a starlight grove
I miss what we'll become
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC
Remember when we would play for hours every day?
No plans, only skipping and dancing to the next quiet stream
Helping with chores so we could leave that much sooner
Roaming the streets with skateboards and scooters
Amusing the neighbors with our imaginative ventures
We were kids then
Intimidated by nothing
Overwhelmed by everything
So filled by the need for something more
Do you still think about playing in the morning?
Or has it all become a chore?
A tired bore before you can finally sleep some more
A constant repeat of one tv episode
And you can't seem to find that stupid remote
Maybe it's time to unplug, man
There's a tree outside that hasn't been climb since you were three
Maybe it's meant to be?
All I'm saying mi amores is one day we all will swim, jump and run again
In a starlight grove
I miss what we'll become