Echoes in the Attic Video (MV)

Back when we were young in eighth-grade dreams
In a town where the sun barely gleams
The world was a puzzle with pieces all wrong
Hiding under rooftops where 'we belong' belonged
You played my heart like an old guitar
Grandma's clock ticked like a distant star
Hands spun wild past the seventeenth chime
The house woke up to our secret rhyme
Oh that's how it was our first secret flight
Basements to attics chasing the night
Caught by babushka as we danced through the halls
Laughing and tumbling like matryoshka dolls
They tried to guide me with winter's chill
Said I lost my way over the hill
I roamed through birches my compass askew
Every path
Led me back
To you
Others called me to their own parade
Whispered adventures they had made
I ran through fields to your warm light
Tried to forget but nothing felt right
Oh that's how it was our first secret flight
Basements to attics chasing the night
Caught by babushka as we danced through the halls
Laughing and tumbling like matryoshka dolls
Years rolled on like a Lada's ride
Left that village for the city's tide
If you hear a tune on the distant breeze
Know the lamp still burns among the trees
Oh that's how it was our first secret flight
Basements to attics chasing the night
Caught by babushka as we danced through the halls
Laughing and tumbling like matryoshka dolls
The house still stands with its flickering glow
We're stories now from long ago
Here's to the echoes in that attic air
Youthful moments only we could share