Turtlenecks in the summer, terrapin design
We can be what we wanna; call it a disguise
Throwing stones from my own glass home
We can be what we wanna; there’s so much more to life

Picking flowers from the rubble, I’m not thinking twice
All to vivid, never subtle, my memories were right
The moon still guides me, no matter where you are
And if I put it all behind me, we’ll have a place to start