We can just sit in the park   And amaze ourselves   With games   That people don't know we play   Like old times   We were young   And not a worry in the world   But, now all the murderers are out to get us   And people are cruel   This globe it spins on an empty space   But, that doesn’t mean that we're going nowhere      So, soak up what’s left of a magnificent childhood   An array of forgiveness was lined on the dry wood   It's not nearly ending, it's a fortress were building   So, the world might be ugly, but we’re still ascending   Into clouds that we've formed   Through the sky that we've drawn      All the cars   They slow down   To gaze at the castle we've built   To hide the fear and the guilt that we share   It's a way to pretend that we are really young again   And create living art, to tear this sadness apart and free ourselves   Because what’s wrong with hiding?      So, forget all the downsides, of growing and aging   Think of it as learning and turning the page to   See what is next in this book that were reading   Under the twilight that might just be raining   But, somehow we'll stay dry   Even if were lied to      So, soak up what’s left of a magnificent childhood   An array of forgiveness was lined on the dry wood   It's not nearly ending, it's a fortress were building   So the world might be ugly, but we’re still ascending   Into clouds that we've formed   Through the sky that we've drawn