Feel the air on your face And ride (your bike) until morning Reach the dock and be brave & Wash the guilt from your body Like the water makes you clean And it gives some type of relief Dry your back You're still wet from the pond Did I make this last For a moment too long Don't pretend that I'm somebody else And I'll try my best To do that myself Did the water make it seem Like we had something to believe? What will stick around when I leave? Do you feel anything now?