The sun it was so red tonight, as the sky decided to turn out the lights, and it carried you and me into the night. We walked through streets that had no names, but we knew our own so it was all okay. Nothing remains nameless for too long.
Music spun in through our ears, escaping our lips and bringing back years where you and I we both felt so young.
You told me that you were tired of dreams, that seemed to be ripped out of magazines. You wanted something beautiful, that you could call your own. We all want something beautiful that we can call our own.
Do you remember when young meant, invincible, invincible Do you remember when young meant, invincible, invincible (oh oh)