I have a reoccurring dream that I keep falling through The steep set of stairs in the house of blue I have the fear tattooed It's what I'm used to Mir and I swearing on the swing A summer when I got my first bee sting A little scar sits on my left knee when I crashed my bike Under the old oak tree Throwing rocks into the window of the factory
1994 made these memories My height was small so was my point of view Then I heard my favorite band blink-182 Mir and I swearing on the swing A summer when I got my first bee sting A little scar sits on my left knee when I crashed my bike Under the old oak tree Throwing rocks into the window of the factory 1994 made these memories