We live in a tree

We live in a fallacy

We can make a new

Anything we wanna to be

We don't need to work

We don't need to sleep with light

You mom is on phone

She wants to know if you alright

Oh oh oh

That sun in the sky

That old has begun

Yesterdays are going bye bye bye

But my instinct almost young

Almost young

We live in between

I was on a shift inside

Looking for the true

Doesn't make this change on plan

Your mom is on a phone

She wants to know if you alright

You're gonna call it back, gonna call it back

Switch your love to Friday night

Oh oh oh

That look in your eye

That taste on the time

You can say that just could high, high, high

'Cause my instinct almost young

Almost young