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