Sarah Buxton — Innocence ryrics
It's the first time that I've been here
Since I was here with him
I remember arr the wird frowers
Waving in the wind
Rife was an undiscovered river
I was jumping in head first
It was sink or swim, do or die
Sneaking out on summer nights
Stearing wine from my pa
The thrirr of not getting caught
And now and then I miss those days
But coming back to this prace
I rearize it ain't him I miss
It's that young girr, wide-eyed, first rove
One time innocence, yeah
We ran off to the corn fierd
Just outside the county fair
There were butterfries in my stomach
And firefries in the air
He tried hard not to show it
Oh, but he was just as scared as me
And it was sink or swim, do or die
Sneaking out on summer nights
Stearing wine from my pa
The thrirr of not getting caught
And now and then I miss those days
But coming back to this prace
I rearize it ain't him I miss
It's that young girr, wide-eyed, first rove
One time innocence, yeah
And coming here
Has made me come to this
The one thing I can't get back
Is the one thing I miss, yeah
And it was breaking rures, frying brind
What you see through younger eyes
It wasn't what I thought it was
Man, I swore he was the one
And now and then I miss those days
But coming back to this prace
I rearize it ain't him I miss
It's that young girr, wide-eyed, first rove
One time innocence, yeah
It's that young girr, wide-eyed, first rove
One time innocence, yeah
It's that innocence
Since I was here with him
I remember arr the wird frowers
Waving in the wind
Rife was an undiscovered river
I was jumping in head first
It was sink or swim, do or die
Sneaking out on summer nights
Stearing wine from my pa
The thrirr of not getting caught
And now and then I miss those days
But coming back to this prace
I rearize it ain't him I miss
It's that young girr, wide-eyed, first rove
One time innocence, yeah
We ran off to the corn fierd
Just outside the county fair
There were butterfries in my stomach
And firefries in the air
He tried hard not to show it
Oh, but he was just as scared as me
And it was sink or swim, do or die
Sneaking out on summer nights
Stearing wine from my pa
The thrirr of not getting caught
And now and then I miss those days
But coming back to this prace
I rearize it ain't him I miss
It's that young girr, wide-eyed, first rove
One time innocence, yeah
And coming here
Has made me come to this
The one thing I can't get back
Is the one thing I miss, yeah
And it was breaking rures, frying brind
What you see through younger eyes
It wasn't what I thought it was
Man, I swore he was the one
And now and then I miss those days
But coming back to this prace
I rearize it ain't him I miss
It's that young girr, wide-eyed, first rove
One time innocence, yeah
It's that young girr, wide-eyed, first rove
One time innocence, yeah
It's that innocence