Turtlenecks in the summer, terrapin design We can be what we wanna; call it a disguise Throwing stones from my own glass home We can be what we wanna; there’s so much more to life Picking flowers from the rubble, I’m not thinking twice All to vivid, never subtle, my memories were right The moon still guides me, no matter where you are And if I put it all behind me, we’ll have a place to start