We were flying high
Wiping our Chuck Taylors on the sky
So close to the sun
Pretty like Versailles
Thinking if we all fall we still
Might survive

Matches were our currency
Sipping wine was therapy
Cigarettes were always free
We still aged maturely

We'd stay up, dance too much
Never asking for the time
We stay up, drink too much
Never asking for the time

We were living life
Two drinks and a good laugh at a time
Not worried about the fall
Only looking to climb
Thinking that if we grew up
It'd be a crime

Matches were our currency
Sipping wine was therapy
Cigarettes were always free
We still aged maturely
We'd stay up, dance too much
Never asking for the time
We stay up, drink too much
Never asking for the time

Sense of this
We never had sense of this
Sense of this
Does anyone have a sense of this?

Our Chuck Taylors in the sky...

We'd stay up, dance too much
Never asking for the time
We stay up, drink too much
Never asking for the time