Verse
Popsicle skies melting gold on the pier,
Sneakers untied, running out of the year,
Fireflies caught in your half-empty cup,
We're paper-thin rockets, ready to blow up.
Pre-Chorus
Count the stars stitched in the tide,
Are we ever getting older, or just along for the ride?
Grab my hand, don't let it slip,
This whole summer's just a one-way trip.
Chorus
We're galactic dreaming, seventeen and free,
Riding comet trails from the coast to the galaxy,
Sparklers spinning, so alive we scream,
Nothing's ever gonna wake us from this galactic dream.
Verse
Radio static turns to stardust sound,
Bare feet burning on the carnival ground,
Neon slushies dripping down our wrists,
Catching constellations in a cotton candy mist.
Pre-Chorus
Count the stars stitched in the tide,
Are we ever getting older, or just along for the ride?
Grab my hand, don't let it slip,
This whole summer's just a one-way trip.
Chorus
We're galactic dreaming, seventeen and free,
Riding comet trails from the coast to the galaxy,
Sparklers spinning, so alive we scream,
Nothing's ever gonna wake us from this galactic dream.
Bridge
Maybe we're just meteors passing through,
Burning bright for a summer, me and you,
So let the whole sky fall, let the hours bend,
I don't need forever, just this one weekend.
Chorus
We're galactic dreaming, seventeen and free,
Riding comet trails from the coast to the galaxy,
Sparklers spinning, so alive we scream,
Nothing's ever gonna wake us from this galactic dream.
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