The sounds of the room spun me right into my dream
Let me see what you’re holdin’, it is infinitely golden.
Bound to the truth is a list of all beholders
Ask me what’s my burden? The response is likely worth it.
I’ve seen the palms and I’ve seen the breeze
The peaks and the pines and with it such ease
I want the promise of a lazy afternoon
I wanna perpetuate the feeling of youth.
No need to speak just in song
Let your hair grow long and sing along
Hemmed into leaves and lakes alike
Let your hair grow long.
It’s not that we don’t dream, we just choose to forget
I still can’t believe, we’re the same in the end.
If you want to be, who you started with
Then tie up all the ends, that are holding you back.