Ever wish you didn't have to grow up?

Climb the little trees, eat the little leaves
Scream at the motley kites, colourful glee
Hold my hand, skipping, never walking
Spin, whirl around like new love
Breathless, never tristful, never wistful
Ever blissful, young heart.



Beirut makes me nostalgic for a childhood I'm not entirely sure I even had. I wish there was some way to actually tap the memories I know I have in my head, even if I can't reach them.