Wooden Swords

I would love
To see you in the rafters
Fill your voice with laughter
Like when we were kids

We used to live like boys
Branches built for sword play
Before the boredom said "hey,
You'll feel just like Jesus' Son"

I think of it time to time
The very first crime I
Had a share in never made a dime
I know, it's just for show
Don't need those teenage woes

Now and then
I see you on my lit screen
New haircut and a lip ring
But what about me?

I've hardly been an angel
But want to see if you're well
Still live your life in pastel
Still keen to raise a little hell

I think of it time to time
The very first crime I
Had a share in never made a dime
I know, it's just for show
Don't need those teenage woes

I think of the juvenile
The laissez faire style
We sent our worries down the River Nile
I know, it's just for show
Don't need those teenage woes

Hold our breath
Deep beneath the pool
Indian Summer
Sometime after school

Both our feet
Burning on the tar
Who would've guessed
It was tearing us apart

Both our chests
Tried our very best
I'm sure

I think of it time to time
The very first crime I
Had a share in never made a dime
I know, it's just for show
Don't need those teenage woes

I think of the juvenile
The laissez faire style
We sent our worries down the River Nile
I know, it's just for show
Don't need those teenage woes