Under cover of darkness we biked to the country
We were following the voices
Under the cover of darkness
It sucked in us teenagers as we became ageless
and the folds of the hedge maze contained us
Under the cover of darkness
Under cover of darkness we biked to the country,
lit from below by glowing fireflies
Under cover of darkness we tiptoed through cold sand,
leaving our clothes hung on branches behind
Under cover of darkness, car cloaked by white church house,
we came upon the cedar labyrinth
Under the cover of darkness
House on a hill stood ominous and still
as a testament to our transgression
Under the cover of darkness
Under cover of darkness we biked to the country,
lit from below by glowing fireflies
Under cover of darkness we tiptoed through cold sand,
leaving our clothes hung on branches behind
Under cover of darkness we biked to the country,
lit from below by glowing fireflies
Under cover of darkness we tiptoed through cold grass,
leaving our clothes hung on branches behind