Remember that time I first touched your hand,
the excitement of the unknown.
Or the time we hid deep in the trees,
Young at heart in bodies well overgrown.
Staying right about here with no plans of leaving until they make me.
Remember that time I first touched your hand,
the excitement of the unknown.
Or the time we hid deep in the trees,
Young at heart in bodies well overgrown.
Staying right about here with no plans of leaving until they make me.
Eventually, the moment always breaks. Wouldn't it be nice to live there forever?
I won't do a one-night stand, but I will do a three-year relationship.