High above the town below me
Outside our tiny bungalow
Watching those who came before we
Stumbling drunkenly they go
Freeze our minds to see the moment
Of feeling wind against our feet
I’ll place that moment in my thoughts
To use when I’m old and wrinkly
I’ll never forget how you looked
When you came falling through that door
Our laughter filling every nook
And reaching down into the floor
We’ll keep our piece of heaven safe
Locked inside the depths of our chest
Good thing we’ve got a year to make
Our exit by way of arrest.
