You said it's been so long
That's relative as time
Age is just a number
But it comes creeping from behind
Clearly I remember
Throwing beer cans at the moon
It was a long and cold December
Had a first cigarette on the roof
And now I feel like
Bacardi Breezers on the hill
And now I feel like
Caught a glimpse of Neverland
I know I know
I know how much you need to be loved
I know how much you need to be seen
I know how much you want to be touched
And now I feel like
And now I feel like
Movies on a Sunday
Time is standing still
Drinking on a school night
Bacardi Breezers on the hill
Staring out my window
Caught a glimpse of Neverland
Disappearing where the wind blows
It's like we grew up way too fast for that
And now I feel like
Bacardi Breezers on the hill
And now I feel like
Caught a glimpse of Neverland
I know I know
I know how much you need to be loved
I know how much you need to be seen
I know how much you want to be touched
You want to be touched
You want
And now I feel like
And now I feel like
And now I feel like
And now I feel like
And now I feel like
