We'd spend hours outside
Race our cousins on bikes
We couldn't see the wheels for losing light
Oh, we stretched the summer's patient skies
We would cut the tall grass from the roots to fight each other in the sun
Hollow trees for hide and seek - my brother made a fool of everyone
Tunnels under shelters that one day used to save us all from bombs
Garden with the house was sold to someone - hope they know what they've got
Boys, it's getting dark
Will you come back in the house?