[Intro]
Excuse me
Excuse me
Yeah, you
Excuse me, excuse me...
[Verse 1]
Excuse me, I'm looking for my childhood
I remember back when everything was all good
Now it's hard to stay sane searching for a new name
But I stay afloat in the stream like we all should
I used to love the cool summer breeze
And grey days with leaves falling off the trees
Now I know what I miss, I can't hold in my fist
But one last touch would set me free
Somebody set me free from this trap that you all call the real world
It's all old, but in my heart I'm still young
And my soul says that I should have fun
But to have one you gotta have some kind of billfold
To survive, they say you have to have a job you hate
9 to 5 every day, pushing you closer to the grave
What do we throw, and what do we save?
What do we know, well, what are we waiting for?
Lets lay on our backs and talk about the cloud's shapes
I know all the different memories afloat in the sky
The ones of the earliest years catch my eye
And as you grow, you find new hills to climb
But there's nothing like doing something for the first time
Yeah, now instead of the sky, I look at the ceiling
Just trying to get a good feeling
So if you talk and I'm giggling, it's not 'cos I'm not listening
I'm just trying to be a kid again
Excuse me
Excuse me
Yeah, you
Excuse me, excuse me...
[Verse 1]
Excuse me, I'm looking for my childhood
I remember back when everything was all good
Now it's hard to stay sane searching for a new name
But I stay afloat in the stream like we all should
I used to love the cool summer breeze
And grey days with leaves falling off the trees
Now I know what I miss, I can't hold in my fist
But one last touch would set me free
Somebody set me free from this trap that you all call the real world
It's all old, but in my heart I'm still young
And my soul says that I should have fun
But to have one you gotta have some kind of billfold
To survive, they say you have to have a job you hate
9 to 5 every day, pushing you closer to the grave
What do we throw, and what do we save?
What do we know, well, what are we waiting for?
Lets lay on our backs and talk about the cloud's shapes
I know all the different memories afloat in the sky
The ones of the earliest years catch my eye
And as you grow, you find new hills to climb
But there's nothing like doing something for the first time
Yeah, now instead of the sky, I look at the ceiling
Just trying to get a good feeling
So if you talk and I'm giggling, it's not 'cos I'm not listening
I'm just trying to be a kid again
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