again, and we'll set this place on fire

i'll tell you what i am,

if you tell me what you are.

we'll make mixtapes,

and pull the little brown string out.

we'll change the colors of the traffic light,

and change signboards.

we'll draw on the ground with old white chalk,

and leave our mark on the floor.

we'll create our own revolution,

and no one would know it was us.

we'll run our own world,

we'll create a new place,

with rules you've never heard of.

it'll be just you and me.

i'll write my own book,

and the title would be your name.

it'll be nothing about you,

but of the revolution we create between us.

we'll sit on the streets,

eating icecream and drawing on our feet.

watching people as they walk,

and listening to the things they talk.

we'll point to people as we speak,

telling ourselves their story.

you'll get me a rose a day.

they say it keeps the bees away.

i'll write my songs and you'll dance to your beat.

then we'll have the night to punch each other till we're beat.

i'm just saying the fun we'll have,

just running around in circles and talking till the night ends,

we'll never do.

we'll never lie on an empty road,

or roll down a hill.

but i promise,

it'll just be you and me.

no one else but us.