Chuck Taylors - Half an Orange, Bijou

We were flying high

Wiping our Chuck Taylors on the sky

So close to the sun

Pretty like Versailles

Thinking if we all fall we still

Might survive

Matches were our currency

Sipping wine was therapy

Cigarettes were always free

We still aged maturely

We’d stay up, dance too much

Never asking for the time

We stay up, drink too much

Never asking for the time

We were living life

Two drinks and a good laugh at a time

Not worried about the fall

Only looking to climb

Thinking that if we grew up

It’d be a crime

Matches were our currency

Sipping wine was therapy

Cigarettes were always free

We still aged maturely

We’d stay up, dance too much

Never asking for the time

We stay up, drink too much

Never asking for the time

Sense of this

We never had sense of this

Sense of this

Does anyone have a sense of this?

Our Chuck Taylors in the sky…

We’d stay up, dance too much

Never asking for the time

We stay up, drink too much

Never asking for the time