Besedila: Mist. Dangerous Words. Adult Return.

Power plants in my flower garden
Refrain me from being too light-hearted
I built so many castles
There's no fallow left to burn
Disbelief in the ones who made us
Misconceivement 'bout the ones who grade us
I bought so many tickets
Except an adult return
Now it's love that makes me yearn for more
An institute is what you've become
A little scary a little troublesome
The child in my heart
Comes alive in your eyes
We almost die we almost lose
Our bodies not used to be so bruised
But I'm not ashamed to say I love you
I'm sick of being so wise
Now it's love that makes me yearn for more
love that makes me yearn for