You are black and white and I'm gray all over, and you
Are the fight and now I'm red all over
You are the night when the air get colder the bats will die, swoop right through this town
They'll knock you down
They'll knock you down to the ground
You are the kite in the light I'm the string holder
I'll pull you down
I'll pull you down to the ground
I'll hold you down
I'll hold you down to the ground
Childish words were god alright, even when we get older
These childish words were god alright
Now that we are older