Can we stop and rewind to the days when our memories weren't painted over with grey fog
Without the noisy background each time photographs are taken
and sadness and secrets behind our eyes
I still have those black and whites strips on my fridge - ones taken from the old photo booth
Exactly. That exact one behind the diner; the one now torn down and the new mall in its place
We decided to ditch class that day, it was a "just-because" decision
Sprinted towards the gates as witches yelled at us down the hall
Even though detention slips and calls home to our parents were in our future, it didn't matter
Winds of wild child flew through our hair when we drove out of town
Because, let's face it, we were never really that normal to begin with
Spring break seemed to come early that year
The sun was bright and high in the sky -- kissing our skin gently
Our buggy ended up breaking down near a beach, so that's how we stayed for a couple of hours
Warm waves called us and we answered
Salt in our hair; sand in our shorts; no spare change of clothes but that's no big deal
It was a good life -- no cares and more risks to take
Laid on the shore as the sun said good day and the moon wished her good night
We talked about our hopes and dream; fears and regrets, all pouring out of our hearts
Who would've known
Those little moments
would wash away so quickly
as our footprints imprinted on the shore
melting back down to
nothing?
But we know that something was, and maybe is, still there.
