I see that impression of us in the air, Of were we used to go where we used to stare, I wish things were the way they used to be, We were so innocent always carefree, Now love has turned into warfare, Instead of butterfly nets we use cold stares, I wonder if we will ever see in the middle, I wish things were how they used to be when we were little
Of were we used to go where we used to stare,
I wish things were the way they used to be,
We were so innocent always carefree,
Now love has turned into warfare,
Instead of butterfly nets we use cold stares,
I wonder if we will ever see in the middle,
I wish things were how they used to be when we were little