Going through old photos means
Scrolling to the tops of our screens
And clicking on an album labeled "'09 Football Games"
Tiger stripes, our claim to fame
Nostalgia shows up differently
No more overflowing boxes means
We hold our whole world in our hands
But we still braid our hair before we sleep
While we pray our fears don't infiltrate our dreams
If only for a moment
Only for a moment
Little voices call us back
To a world under attack
It always was meant to be finite
Wide eyed, chasing fireflies
Nostalgia shows up on its knees
Clawing at the walls of our reality
Let it break the skin, win the sprint
To the front of our minds
But we still braid our hair before we sleep
While we pray our fears don't infiltrate our dreams
Begging the night to let us breathe
If only for a moment
Only for a moment
Never let the moonlight go
Fight the sun to never show
But let's hope the dark's not too dark
The thought of death will tear us apart
But we still braid our hair before we sleep