Our inside eyes lie to all of us, even though they know
Keep a finger on the pulse and let it all roll overhead
Our inside eyes lie to all of us, even though they know
Keep a finger on the pulse and let it all roll overhead
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...