Christmas Fuller Project - Sixteen lyrics

The lake was cold as crap. Our last day we climbed the boathouse roof, unfolding like solar panels on the wrinkled tin, winter-pale on our naked parts. We'd snickered through two horror films, bought matching sweaters, sprayed fireworks through malty evenings. Spent one night on a bird-ruled island, where I made the announcement. Ants were dying on the tin to finally feel the sun. We arched like three seals on a shiny shore. The day began to make its bed, spreading out a thick, cold cloud. We grabbed our shorts and ran. The roof's tinkling echoed through the trees. To decide you're in love when you're just sixteen. Youth spent like cold spring rain.