It is the shanty in the dear park 

the hide and seek till after dark 

the talks we had at picked fences 

create the blueprints in my heart 

of the way we are 



the way we are... 



I see them sliding down on brook bridge 

in tiny boots on icy streets 

the gang we had was so almighty 

tell me the blueprints of my heart 

I wonder where they are... 



the way we are