And we'll get through the nights
One syrup after the other
And we'll eat apple pie
to fight nostalgia
And we'll get to all our nuisances
late
And we'll get to our first 30 years of age
tired
And we'll have big dreams
but never make them happen
And we'll have big meals
with our lifetime friends
And maybe we'll have a kid
at the Giglio Island
on a sailing boat
made out of the clothes we took off
Will you go first
or should I?
Though at the end I'm the only one who's gone*
While you're still flying high
like dead leaves
over car windows
I'm still working on
a plan not be close to you
Whilst life keeps shaking up
all of my believes **
And we'll get to all our nuisances
late
And we'll get to our first 30 years of age
tired
And we'll have big dreams
but never make them happen
And we'll have big meals
with our lifetime friends
And maybe we'll have a kid
at the Giglio Island
on a sailing boat
made out of the clothes we took off
all of my believes
all of my believes **