The day we went outside, we released a kite into the sky, and we laughed until we cried, it all seems like a hundred years ago.

Soon the day became night and we sang until sun was out of sight, and we didn’t go home when our mothers called, it all seems like a hundred years ago.

You with the bike, you with the bell and basket and rocks inside. You with the dress, you with the socks and shoes and hair a mess. You with the juice, lick on tattoos, I’m gonna marry you, with a two dollar ring from the two dollar shop.

We went away for the holidays and when we got back your family was packing your things, but you left me with a piece of your hair. I kept it in my wallet, took it everywhere.

Got a job down at the limestone hole, where I made a quick buck and I sold my soul, for a beat-up truck and a map with your scent on it.

You with the bike, you with the bell and basket and rocks inside. You with the dress, you with the socks and shoes and hair a mess. You with the juice, lick on tattoos, I’m gonna marry you, with a two dollar ring from the two dollar shop.

The day we went outside, we released a kite into the sky, and we laughed until we cried, it all seems like a hundred years ago.

Soon the day became night and we sang until sun was out of sight, and we bought a home above your mother’s store, it all seems like a hundred years ago.

You with the bike, you with the bell and basket and rocks inside. You with the dress, high-heeled shoes and hair flawless. Champagne in flutes, lick on tattoos, I’m gonna marry you, with a two dollar ring from the two dollar shop.