Finger paint

Take my hand

And let yourself down

Feel the ground

Feel the sounds

Do you feel the same Its just us again

Northern wind blows

With it the cold

heart grows warm

Heart grows warm

Do you feel the same Its just us again

Me and you

Our time apart took us on our paths

You have changed

I have changed

While underneath this tree

A thought came to me

In the end

Were not so different from when we were children

Were the same

In the end

Were still finger painting

Writing narratives

When with you

In the end

We have our lives to tend

But when we meet again

Well be the same