Rafting

A couple so immature they are loving but just friends
In a boat full of infants not knowing if they’re hurling towards the end
A couple so immature, well do you love me, it depends
In a world led by infants
Choosing which peoples money they can spend
Promise me you’ll
Hold on, we all ride the storm
Cling to me, our mast is gone
I hope that we’re all gonna make it til' summer
But right now I can’t tell if the spring will come
Tell me what’s so bad with being a commoner
You know we all have a role in the play to come
We’re a couple so far off shore, we’ve lost sight of the beacon
Show me the way my love, still I feel my heart beating
And all of us was given the right to move
Now lets save us from sinking
I promise you I’ll
Hold on, we all ride the storm
I cling to the, our mast is gone
I’m sure that we’re all gonna make it til' sommer
But it’s up to us to see to that the spring will come
In the eyes of the maker we are all commoners
Though we have the lead role in the play to come