Two kids in a wild world that was all our own.
A world shaped by musical notes and a curiosity.
A place where love can sleep still, above the trees.
We're always covered even on the wildest of days.
We didn't know any better, and we didn't care to.
Our way was the only way we needed.
I still see us through rose-colored lenses, serene and blooming.
And on any day less than immaculate,
I know we'll wipe away the fog.
Our home has become wherever we are, all our own.
