I bet he remembers the way that golden hew trickled down our necks
And one by one we fell, Shilo remembers
It lingers like a coma, that spark is dangerously close
And on the count of three we all collapsed when we were supposed to dance
That caused quite a stir, we fought until we fell, who cares about the staff
We had the last laugh, finally
And Lord knows how we got it but that throwing star was deeply embedded
In that tree stump by the bike rake
Bottles of glue, stacks of wood, hammers and nails but there was no time for Lazer Tag
And that isolated sound is how we knew that the
Summers went on and on
Ribbons flowing, ribbons flying, just like a ticker tape parade
But what was all the counting for if nobody kept track
He was counting back from ten, over and over again, we thought it was magic
But there's no magic here
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I bet he remembers the way that golden hew trickled down our necks
And one by one we fell, Shilo remembers
It lingers like a coma, that spark is dangerously close
And on the count of three we all collapsed when we were supposed to dance
That caused quite a stir, we fought until we fell, who cares about the staff
We had the last laugh, finally
And Lord knows how we got it but that throwing star was deeply embedded
In that tree stump by the bike rake
Bottles of glue, stacks of wood, hammers and nails but there was no time for Lazer Tag
And that isolated sound is how we knew that the
Summers went on and on
Ribbons flowing, ribbons flying, just like a ticker tape parade
But what was all the counting for if nobody kept track
He was counting back from ten, over and over again, we thought it was magic
But there's no magic here
And one by one we fell, Shilo remembers
It lingers like a coma, that spark is dangerously close
And on the count of three we all collapsed when we were supposed to dance
That caused quite a stir, we fought until we fell, who cares about the staff
We had the last laugh, finally
And Lord knows how we got it but that throwing star was deeply embedded
In that tree stump by the bike rake
Bottles of glue, stacks of wood, hammers and nails but there was no time for Lazer Tag
And that isolated sound is how we knew that the
Summers went on and on
Ribbons flowing, ribbons flying, just like a ticker tape parade
But what was all the counting for if nobody kept track
He was counting back from ten, over and over again, we thought it was magic
But there's no magic here
Writer: Richard Jankovich
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Copyright: Lyrics © DUCHAMP, INC