Eleven months of autumn and
You’ll never fall asleep again, and
When you’re locked up, and
You can’t look away anymore
And everybody heated, and
The only thing I know, we’re not going back to then
Reckless, days in the sun, and
I don’t know who I was before it all began
I also don’t know what I am now except young
Reckless days in the sun, and
The years opened the door, too
A bubble is fragile, and I
Hope with heart and soul it goes the way I want, but
If you aren’t flexible the fair stays cold and bleak
Thought I knew everything
The broader my horizon, the more I forget
Than the rest, the more I know it
So many eyes and hooks from the
I don’t know what to say
I don’t know what to do
The only thing I know, we’re not going back to then
Reckless days in the sun, and
I don’t know who I was before it all began
I also don’t know what I am now except young
Reckless, days in the sun, and