2018 Stuck in a dream Where we laid In fields of grass and wildflowers all night into day Flat on your back Craning my neck So my curls could touch yours Whispering secrets we couldn't keep and making up more We were so young then Who would've thought That we wouldn't talk But what's growing up If not growing apart? I used to think That we'd meet again When we're older, not much wiser Cause falling for you for a second time would be a foolish reminder That we were so young then Who would've thought That we'd never talk But what's growing up If not growing apart?