Does she know, does she know
That i am not just searching for some first time high?
I know it's all about perceptions
And i accept you as my very first mover
I remember riding bikes
(i remember riding bikes)
On koster island
Plotting midnight raids
On the swedish plum trees
(that summer)
It was too cold to swim
So we climbed up on the rocky shore
And freaked out on the mountain goats
But they were not impressed or scared of us
Do you remember our last summer as independents?
Do you remember our last summer as independents?
Do you remember our last summer as independents?
Do you remember our last summer as independents?
Do you remember?
I was a foreigner when you appeared
From the shadows at the mono club
I was a hater in the depths of an emotional hibernation
You sat me down
We had some drinks and you told me all kinds of insanity
I asked your friend if you were available
She answered, "no, but yes, oh well, oh well, yes and no"
Now i'm viewing my memory reel in reverse
Scrolling back to come to feel your weather then
Now i'm noting the Himmlers of our parabola
To predict the points of "thou shalt not return"
This inbreeding of ideas is intolerable
I wish David was here
Can take your persecution complex
And i'm not going to absorb your stress output anymore
Oh, don't you pimp out my heart, don't you pimp out my heart
That i am not just searching for some first time high?
I know it's all about perceptions
And i accept you as my very first mover
I remember riding bikes
(i remember riding bikes)
On koster island
Plotting midnight raids
On the swedish plum trees
(that summer)
It was too cold to swim
So we climbed up on the rocky shore
And freaked out on the mountain goats
But they were not impressed or scared of us
Do you remember our last summer as independents?
Do you remember our last summer as independents?
Do you remember our last summer as independents?
Do you remember our last summer as independents?
Do you remember?
I was a foreigner when you appeared
From the shadows at the mono club
I was a hater in the depths of an emotional hibernation
You sat me down
We had some drinks and you told me all kinds of insanity
I asked your friend if you were available
She answered, "no, but yes, oh well, oh well, yes and no"
Now i'm viewing my memory reel in reverse
Scrolling back to come to feel your weather then
Now i'm noting the Himmlers of our parabola
To predict the points of "thou shalt not return"
This inbreeding of ideas is intolerable
I wish David was here
Can take your persecution complex
And i'm not going to absorb your stress output anymore
Oh, don't you pimp out my heart, don't you pimp out my heart