The moon flowers are just our's
Blooming soon
In the pitch black of the dust track
Our holy tomb
My best friend
Every summer,
We'd pretend
That we were brothers
Didn't know it then
My best friend
The town creek, waist deep
Through April showers
You cried when your gran died
We talked for hours
My best friend
Every summer,
We'd pretend
That we were brothers
Didn't know it then
My best friend
Skin and bone
I found out when I left home
That you and me
Are branches on the same tree
Skin and bone
I found out when I left home
That you and me
Are branches on the same tree
(oh to be young again)
My best friend
Every summer,
We'd pretend
That we were brothers
Didn't know it then
My best friend
