Sometimes when I'm resting my mind,
I start to rewind,
To the days,

Before we could grow our stubble,
We'd get in trouble,
How things change,


'Cause now the days are long,
And the nights cease to exist,

Tell me has it really come to this?
Memories come and go without a trace,
But I'd still give my left arm just to go back to them days,


As life goes on,
The memories fade,

But I'll always remember them,
It's been so long,
But still I say,

That we'll always remember them,
Those were the days


My mind has embraced nostalgia,
As I think about the,
Endless schemes,

That we conjured up,
All the time,
They still make me smile,

In daydreams