Dream of a band
Play stupid cards
Self-proclaimed retards
Singing mellow tunes
Blow and pop balloons
Yes, of course we dance
The melodious trance
Charades, ridicules and jokes
Burst and fade with the smokes
Let's leave all unspoken
Then we'll be left unbroken
Wish we'll stay like this
And we will reminisce
Our vanished nights
Our mockery fights
Because soon is the dawn
And promises will be gone
Before we all say goodbye
Here's iloveyou to get by
*For anyone who's standing (or hesitating) at the gate of growing up, growing apart, or goodbyes.