We've spent up the time
Our wallets forsaken
Credit cards cut
Into shreds on the floor
Put back the champagne
Our IDs have been taken
Time has come
That we leave the store

With everything done
Everyone gone
We pull out our own personal scales
We clutter them full of our moments
And value our losses
Against which
The good often fails

But some nights
In our houses
Our scales revived
We sit before screens
And we press rewind
We search, and search
Until we find
A second of love
Peace of mind

We distill those sweet seconds
Into sugar wine
We carry it with us
To drink past the time
We remember, remember
So sweet on the the tongue
The good old days
When we were young