Hiding behind your hands
All serious still peter pan
Flying through your window
Tonight perhaps tomorrow
I drank you like a drowning man
And I'm sorry to be so sorry
For what I am and what
You'll be because of me
But the parks in our city are
Green ripe for exploring
And when night comes falling
We'l be our own cano-
People are often torn
Sometimes before they're even born
I'm so lucky to share some sleep
With someone who understands me
Hiding behind your hands
All serious still peter pan
Flying through your window
Tonight perhaps tomorrow