Orange Julius

we swelter but look north/the sand in my shoes reminds/(going home can be so hard)/of those days when the dance of innocence/ had a predictable rhythm/ yeah it was rough/but i still want it back/yeah it was rough/but i still want it back/this is our space/our past we can't fake/what state we are in/the place we begin/but i realize/your future/i can't touch/winds which blow us out/fires we can't put out/it's a wonder why i miss this place so much/i must not remain stagnant/i must move on/but i can still remember you