How I wish I were a boy again Sitting on this hill to live in Talking about all the things we've been Hoping it never comes to an end The sun was setting close to night While you and I are sleeping fine While listening to songs on the fire escape Cause come midnight you and I will be in Russia And I remember Crosby Avenue Where I'd always meet you a quarter till noon Spending money I don't have So I could spend more time with you But I never thought I'd see the day Where you and I would make our getaway Bittersweet memories I pray you'll never fade So let's go back in your time Cause I know you know the sky Cause it's where we spent our last My last summer in Brooklyn With you With you With you With you With you
