Bring up the Stamp Lyrics

While growing up,
Kids stranger than others
Would get together to plan games
That no one else would

For all of their time
Together they figured
New ways to relate to each other
For French was no good

It was just that kind of season
Summer vacations with our hearts in red sand

And it was just for that reason
When we got together,
We knew who was asking the questions

Answering questions with smiles,
Giving questions as answers