| (Verse) | |
| We're climbing blood beech trees | |
| Up to the sommet | |
| Where no one else can see what we're up to | |
| You're in my crystal ball | |
| You're on my rocket | |
| Everything you want I'll give to you | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Like when times we would dangle all the summer long | |
| Like when times we would dangle heads facing down | |
| (Verse) | |
| Up in my blood beech tree | |
| Don't need assignments | |
| To invade your soft sweet smile before you say | |
| You're such an idiot | |
| To do what you're doing | |
| But look these branches carry all our weight | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Like when times we would sing our own random songs | |
| Like when times we would dangle all the summer long |