Our dreams of old will catch up with us,

Our thoughts of old will come back and cause a fuss,

But our lives will be better again,

and we'll be lost by then.



The joy of our hearts will bleed out,

We'll stumble the streets at 3am and shout,

Where our lives will be better again,

and we'll be lost by then.



The electricity of our minds will dream,

and think of our house and it's colour theme,

To make our lives even better again,

And we'll be lost by then.



We'll curl up into our bed and remember,

The way you'd cuddle me as you began to shiver,

To remember how we used to make our lives better back then,

And then think of how we've made our lives ours yet again.