The ground is solid beneath my feet

The air is warm against my skin

The grass is golden in the sun

I feel like a child again

The world used to be so big and full

Now it feels like walking through an empty childhood home

Ghosts of memories are here with no proof of their existence

The ground is solid beneath my feet

The air is warm against my skin

The grass is golden in the sun

I wonder how long this will last

Childhood slipping through my fingers

When is the next time I’ll feel this free

I can’t remember the last time I felt like this

The ground is solid beneath my feet

The air is warm against my skin

The grass is golden in the sun

I don't feel like a child anymore

Childhood never felt as bittersweet

I’ve tainted my last taste of juvenile freedom

This may have been the last chance to feel it again

The ground is solid beneath my feet

The air is warm against my skin

The grass is golden in the sun

I think I’ve changed