1995

Under the bridge is where kids will roam They feed on fish until they've grown They look like dreams and they speak like poems Don't wanna leave but I don't wanna go home Dear boy hold on Hold on real tight Hold on for one more minute It'll feel just like, 1995 Over the hill where the flowers grow We've had our fill but I don't wanna go I think I wanna stay, I don't really know Even if its one more day, I don't wanna go home Dear boy hold on Hold on real tight Hold on for one more evening It'll still feel like, 1995 Teenage suicide