We are little kids 
Making grown-up decisions 
That will last for twice as long 
As our feeble vision 
Laughing at the undertow 
We define our youth 
and soon our dreams will change 
and become American 
Time is nothing more than a series of choices 
Our minds are mere collections of different 
Timbre voices our dreams are realized or forgotten 
We are what we become 
We are growing up, but not fast enough 
Be now while you are young 
The person in your mind is no coincidence 
Conform to the archetype that regulates the 
Mint friends are christmas cards 
Fifteen years from now