Sep 01, 2006 22:25
...Maybe it was the music
We played on the record player
Or that everyone seemed so glad
They were there.
And we were two of those two,
We were two of those two
And those were the times
The quietest days
We'll sit and smile and remember.
Nothing could feel the same
We were so free
We were in each passing second.
And you can't sustain,
Anything, everything must change.
So be thankful for everything,
And I am,
I am
I am