Ago
Laughter it echoes in hallways where we roam and
Graze on jokes that no one else would understand
Kisses and misses dates are a carousel
Romance on the fringes of true love it's not just another line
And it was three years of Wednesdays
Spent playing cards and hooky
Bellyaching and hearts breaking
And it was time to thrive
Raise your glass high
And let youth spill into your eye
Memories are but wistful sighs
Yes stick a needle in this lie
That it's all, that it's all that was good
Fists don't break us yes they make us bring together
All the pieces again strong like bone and marrow
Tears they drown us not in sadness, in reflection
And contemplation a cry of longing not sorrow
And it was three years of nights
We don't remember but our friends
Won't let us forget out of fun and joy
What a time to have been alive
Raise your glass high
And let youth spill into your eye
Memories are but wistful sighs
Yes stick a needle in this lie
That it's all, that it's all that was good
Raise your glass high
And let youth spill into your eye
Memories are but distant blue skies
Yes remember that we said it would never fade with a cry
Celebrate us and remember us so longingly
Graze on jokes that no one else would understand
Kisses and misses dates are a carousel
Romance on the fringes of true love it's not just another line
And it was three years of Wednesdays
Spent playing cards and hooky
Bellyaching and hearts breaking
And it was time to thrive
Raise your glass high
And let youth spill into your eye
Memories are but wistful sighs
Yes stick a needle in this lie
That it's all, that it's all that was good
Fists don't break us yes they make us bring together
All the pieces again strong like bone and marrow
Tears they drown us not in sadness, in reflection
And contemplation a cry of longing not sorrow
And it was three years of nights
We don't remember but our friends
Won't let us forget out of fun and joy
What a time to have been alive
Raise your glass high
And let youth spill into your eye
Memories are but wistful sighs
Yes stick a needle in this lie
That it's all, that it's all that was good
Raise your glass high
And let youth spill into your eye
Memories are but distant blue skies
Yes remember that we said it would never fade with a cry
Celebrate us and remember us so longingly
Credits
Writer(s): Adil Akbar
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