Our blue, deep conversations about poetry and philosophy
Lightning storms and tropical prints fill up all the gaps in me
Visions of lions, travel guides, and African plains
Couldn't sleep for nothing, staring at my hands feeling insane
Think about dumb stuff, these girls wear American flags
Sick of fake feelings, you know I'm so sick of being tagged
Doesn't matter where you are
Brother I know we can see the same stars
You're on the far side of the world
But I know we can see the same lions
Wrote a play that summer, it was real I only changed the names
Using only steno pads, drama baby you know that's my game
Skateboarding and heartbreak, give me all the love that's tough
Writing hymns and kneeling, now tell me I'm not spiritual enough
Back from the Bahamas, hold his hand the one who broke my heart
Time is the great peacemaker, smoothing all the ripples all the bad parts
Doesn't matter where you are
Brother I know we can see the same stars
You're on the far side of the world
But I know we can see the same lions
