When we were young we hung it up on the sly
And you took your clothes and threw 'em up high
In a tree but now you're teasing me
Oh you know you're teasing me
Blow a kiss and let it go out to the street
Oh the hours tick watching me alone
It's eyes are burning
Oh it's eyes are burning me
And we were better off when we're holding on to something
Like a bird gliding on
And hold me close
Don't let me be
Hold me close don't let me be
Yeah!
And we were (come on!)
Better (come on!) off when we're holding on
To something (come on!)
Like a bird gliding on
And hold me close
Don't let me be
Yeah