I can still feel the grass under my back it gently brushes our skin Around us, on the floor, some empty bottles of beer I remember that Kerouac book I wished I could read not only his lines But also what the fuck was going through his mind Looking back to when we were kids And our thoughts were as light as a feather And those Morrissey songs carried our souls To the sky and then back to the ground I won't forget the nights we took off our clothes And dived until the morning lights We were so scared when we were young We are still scared and we're still young