Spinning in a faded fever dream
Clouds of pink, over me
We got in with a couple fake IDs
We were just 19
N 7th Street
I was there
I was there
Years ago
I was there
I was there
We were young
Where did it go?
Where did the time go?
Dizzy from a soft-grunge fever dream
Clouds of pink, over me
I met you in a loft in Ridgewood, Queens
You were turning 20
On Stanhope Street
I was there
I was there
Years ago
I was there
I was there
We were young
Where did it go?
Spinning in a crimson light
Drunken on a starry night
You led me to Elysian Fields
A rush of blood that felt so real
Spinning in the crimson light
Vestige of a youth divine
You led me through Elysian Fields
A rush of blood that felt surreal