Remember the tree house that we built
Before we grew up and discovered guilt?
Our place of youthful hallucination;
Our place of innocent imagination?
But the walls were overpowered,
So we drew back to our towers.
Trapped among the fragile lilac,
We were unprepared for attack.
We emerged amid the wreckage,
Fearful when we got the message;
Growing up isn't as fun as it sounds.
Don't let your toes fall too far out of bounds.
It's almost time for us to run,
It's almost time to end the fun.
We’ve almost reached our curfew,
But wait just a moment before we do...
Come with me and travel far.
We will hunt down all the fallen stars
We will save all our dreams from burning
And sate all our parched hearts' yearning.
Come and leave behind these withered fields.
I will wait no longer for this ground to yield
The flowers whose scent once filled our lungs
Hurry up, while we’re still young!
I’ll find myself a whole new pathway.
I won’t let my doubts lead me astray.
I won’t let this winter be the mortal attack,
And I will preserve the last clippings of lilac.
I felt at my strongest when I stood up high,
When our arms reached up for the sky.
I’m almost ready for my life to begin;
I’m almost ready for this season to end.
But for now I'll just...
Remember the tree house that we built.
Remember the lilacs growing across the hills.
I felt my strongest when I stood up high,
When our towers were tall enough to touch the sky.
Now it is time for us to run,
But it isn’t time to end our fun.
This winter is a new plane for imagination,
And we can still use lilac in our next new creation.