I remember the moon. How it glowed that night.
Or maybe it was a streetlight shining down on us.
I remember sitting with her in the cold,
And the four hour bike ride home
Until the sun came up
Was worth it.
I remember the moon. How it glowed that night.
Or maybe it was a streetlight shining down on us.
I remember sitting with her in the cold,
And the four hour bike ride home
Until the sun came up
Was worth it.