Woorden: Amy Kuney. Bird's Eye View. Time Machine.

Look, I've built a time machine
To take us back to when
Your favorite word was "please"
And mine was always "yes"

Grown ups and no no words
They spelled over our heads
We'll go back with all we've learned
And translate what they said

We'll fast forward a year or so
We can't wait here we have to know
Will we still be each other's or alone?

So on the count of three
A year from now tonight
Well both turn in bed to see
Who could be sleeping on the other side