In the summers of our innocence We rode our skateboards hopped the fence Fishing poles and earth worms in a tin We were flying kites and skipping stones Playing Indiana Jones With scraped up arms and knees and sunburnt skin We built a tree house we were young We didn't care if we got stung So we kept batting beehives just for fun With our walkie talkies in our hand And codes no one could understand It was one for all and all for one
In those summer nights we'd sneak outside Our bottle rockets lit the sky Our sling shot aimed at lizards, birds and toads We were cowboys, pirates, musketeers And In our backpacks we would smuggle beers We jumped into the river with no clothes We were climbing walls in cut off jeans And looked at dirty magazines At night wet dreams, then blue balls in the sun So with bows and arrows in our hands And codes no one could understand It was one for all and all for one
In the summers of our innocence The world was small and still made sense But time flies and we just turned 31 By the time that you turn 32 Darkness starts to follow you But we won't surrender like in that Springsteen song So with our guitars in our hands And codes that no one understands It's still one for all and all for oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
