Bleached

Forest underneath my feet You were chasing on my heels We were so young and naive Didn't know just how to feel We were singing, "Who are you?" Walking up from Old Oak Drive Looking down from Shepard Hills The thought that we might have made eyes Was more than I could have concealed "Who are you?" It was so serene Hanging from those trees Clothes all stained with bleach Thinking funny things "Who are you?"