Those years we've been through
Now we ain't talking good
Just like wind brushes the tree
Just nothing happened

Upon the hill
I saw your gaze
Watching all of the motions
Coalescing with the stars
Captivating your heart once more

Upon the hill
I hid my feeling
The joy of this
I was dancing to the wind
I was dancing through the dark
But your gaze was still there

And among all of those audiences
You caught me

We were chasing each other
In the hallway
Piercing in the middle of people

We just were young
Now we are different
I've told you it's been years
We ain't talking good

Now I am here
In the different book
Same athenaeum
Keeping our story book
For the good