In a silent way we lie under heavy drapes
Just to mask away the light from the coming day
When, when, when we're older
When, when, when we're older
Can I still come over
Hold our naked sheets, our colored breathes we'll see
Your hair knots on top of me, oh how the heart it beats
When, when, when we're older
Can I still come over
When we're older can I still come over
When, when, when we're older
Milo Greene
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