days go by longer and time stands still,
we were kids living in a new world such a vivid memory.
was it you? was it me?
was I that young picking my own identity?

the ocean reflects the sun rays,
torments and misbehaves,
a needle and thread let's seam,
a dream we once had, you and me.

it comes in clearer as you walk on by,
you never gave a second chance to find a reason why,
was it you? was it me?
was I that young picking my own identity?

the ocean reflects the sun rays,
torments and misbehaves,
a needle and thread let's seam,
a dream we once had, you and me.

stay where you are and we will find a way,
it just might take some time.