Let's stay up all night, and in the morning, tell me stories in my bed. Tall Tales from your young adventures, echoes from your memories fill my head. Not sure what to tell the friends we know. That complicates these glances as they go. Let me have you now, the sun'll sort us out.
Naked as the night before, we left our worried glances in the dark. Gentle pauses, lie and listen to laughter from the park. Open windows keep us honest as we plan for the week. Let me have you now, the sun'll sort us out.
Early morning obligations keep us from the sunlit fort we hold, filled up with endearing secrets, saved for days we stay in from the cold. Scheming, dreaming different ways to go. Detours intersecting as they grow. Let me have you now, the sun'll sort us out.
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