Album: Fly Eyes

It Is

It is the shanty in the dear park
the hide and seek till after dark
the talks we had at picked fences
create the blueprints in my heart
of the way we are

the way we are...

I see them sliding down on brook bridge
in tiny boots on icy streets
the gang we had was so almighty
tell me the blueprints of my heart
I wonder where they are...

the way we are