Coming of Age, Pt. 2

[Verse 1]
And now as we are grown we’ll find out about life
In an airport in Rome a cold place in the night

[Verse 2]
Oh god what a mess as the gates are now closed
For me and for you as we are getting too old

[verse 3]
I guess my baby, we’ve lost our milk teeth too soon
Let’s go find them like crystals in the sands of the moon
As a reminder of all our dizzy heights
Our flowering thoughts
Our dreams of fright

[Outro]
We keep them shiny fresh and clean
For all the times we come and see
Cast aside this bore of life
Pure innocence forever white