Growing Pains

Hold my hand, please help me up. Fell from the teeter-totter, from the very top. Said I could see my house from here, Suddenly the ground rushes up and the house disappears. Holding hands, let's run to the web, Wiggle and weave our way up to the edge. The skyline brushing our fingertips, We closed our eyes and brushed our lips Just two little kids, caught in a glimpse Of future, together we painted the sky Hughes of orange and red as bright as our eyes Jump from the bars, With you in my arms. On the super-nova spinning around, Being with you is living in a playground. Catch my breath over the slide, Throw a look to you on the side. Through the spinner we go and play, Forever twined in a fun and loving embrace.