/// 24-25

She’ll be gone soon, you can have me for yourself
She’ll be gone soon, you can have me for yourself
But do, just give me today
Or you will just scare me away

What we build is bigger than the sum of two
What we build is bigger than the sum of two
But somewhere I lost count of my own
But somehow I must find it alone

24 and blooming like the fields of May
25 and yearning for a ticket out
Dreams burn, but its ashes are gold
Dreams burn, but its ashes are gold

/// 24-25. Kings of Convenience.