Sun on the bed Your friend's high hat You wore a fig perfume I can still feel the place when I open up the drawer We biked downhill where a stranger told us “These things will never last” And we kissed while he drank as we did while eight years passed It whispered sometimes Is it good, is it true? So I ran and I ran to come back to you Sun on the bed I still feel you here Fast and long is the ride I have never felt so free