You said it's been so long, that’s relative as time
Age is just a number but it comes creeping from behind
Clearly I remember throwing beer cans at the the moon
It was a long and cold December
Had our first cigarette on the roof
And now I feel like
All night, Bacardi breezers on the hills
And now I feel like
Caught a glimpse of Neverland
I know, I know
I know how much you need to be loved
I know how much you need to be seen
I know how much you want to be touched
And now I feel like
And now I feel like
Movies on a Sunday
Time is standing still
Drinking on a school night
Bacardi Breezers on the hill
Staring out my window
Caught a glimpse of Neverland
Disappearing where the wind blows
It's like we grew up too fast for that
And now I feel like
All night, Bacardi breezers on the hills
And now I feel like
Caught a glimpse of Neverland
'Cause I know, I know
I know how much you need to be loved
I know how much you need to be seen
I know how much you want to be touched
You want to be touched, you want
And now I feel like
And now I feel like
And now I feel like
And now I feel like
And now I feel like