|
When the moon and I are talking |
|
Down by the riverside |
|
The old man and me alone |
|
When I hear the gentle whistling |
|
From the whirlwind in the trees |
|
and the scent of the summer feels so intense |
|
These are the days I remember you |
|
Singing our songs to me |
|
Oh these are the days |
|
I remember you |
|
Celebrating life |
|
Like the world was yours |
|
When the walls come tumbling down |
|
and I'm feeling down and out |
|
I just open up a sixpack of memories |
|
Light a cigarette grab my best friend Jack and |
|
Lose myself in |
|
The warm distortion that's on my stereo |
|
These are the days I remember you |
|
Singing our songs to me |
|
Oh these are the days |
|
I remember you |
|
Celebrating life |
|
Like the world was yours |
|
I'm floating I'm floating home to you |
|
My wooden verb heartbeat just gives me the creeps |
|
Tonight I'm coming I'm coming home to you |
|
Oh these are the days |
|
I remember you |
|
Celebrating life |
|
Like the world was yours |
|
Oh these are the days |
|
I remember you |
|
Celebrating life |
|
Like the world was yours |
