On the floor of the old treehouse
It creaks violently if we move an inch
It's older than we are and not safe anymore
But still we sit in it
We sit there
Watching the stars through a hole in the roof
Made by your brother a few years ago
When we were kids we'd tell eachother secrets
We sit there
I look at your blue eyes
I always wished we were more than just friends
From the first day I met you
We sit there
Your blue eyes meet my brown ones
In a smile
We countdown the seconds
To the millennium