Sun is orange again pavements march with ants
See the sky again how easy it is
Sound is rolling off our secret mountain top
If we return to it we may never stop
Would it be lovely to never grow up ugly
And only strange
In the city it's pretty
But life just won't go on
When it hits it can feel just like a win
But what good is it when that's where it ends
Like a drug it makes you the one
Keeps you coming back keeps you having fun
Would it be lovely to never grow up ugly
And only strange
In the city it's pretty
But life just won't go on