.

Make the heart has a lack of colour

And we should have known

We were going to grow up sooner or later because

We lost all our spare time alone

The nerves gather with the altitude

Exhale the stress so it didn't dissolve

In there somewhere a happy relationship,

A ghost of a good mood

Open your eyes,

Panic on the getaway

The high tide could take me so far

♪[♥!?]