Kissed out the summer standing straight and tall Yes, the grand start I'm shooting for is new You said "shooting for the moon" I know, I know Oh, can't you see what my life could have been? Now bow your head to these perished old times Vicious little creepy love in my hands Now that you've mentioned, yes, I'm a fool Boy, a sudden rush of grace intact In the back of my mind yes, I know You gotta figure out a way of letting go Oh, fairy boy come and trash ideals, ideals Oh, can't you see what my life could have been? Oh, oh