We were just kids
Playing with an unfortunate set of matches
And we lit it up
On the property where rivers ran through
Where hills intersected with a beautiful view
Where you could see flowers for miles
Known as the valley of juveniles.

I guess we got into trouble old friend
In the deforested garden where our time ended
And we—
Yes we—
Were forced to let each other go
And I kept thinking:
Maybe I ran through the house with my shoes on?
Maybe you crossed a line too far and too far gone?
I'm sorry if I did something wrong…
Because that was the last I saw of you...
Who ever thought this is what blazing the sky
Would come to?