Glory days so full of hope and fun. It was all about the girls, and a few stoned guys. It was all about the heat and the sun, the sweat and the tan. Come play with us I would say, and you would always come.
Too much glitter in that look perhaps. Too much grass. Way too soft.
Will you deny those summer nights?
Diminishing lights.
All around us.
Lighten up! Come play with us!