1997

Started to recede
When the winter reached the peak
Oh I want more
All that perfect heat
Corners calling me
Oh I want more

Started to believe
In the scriptures of the street
Oh I want more
All that perfect past
But nothing quite so good ever really lasts
Didn't see your mask

And it takes me back, ooh
And it takes me back, ooh
And it takes me back, ooh
To you, to you

Started on the beat
Down by the Bowery
Oh I want more
Million dollar dreams
I ain't got no money
Oh I want more

Thought you'd given up
You were done with throwing stuff
But I wanted more
All that precious past
I think when you move on you can never go back
Then I hear you laugh

And it takes me back, ooh
And it takes me back, ooh
And it takes me back, ooh
To you, to you

And it takes me back, ooh
And it takes me back, ooh
And it takes me back, ooh
To you, to you

Back to the one, in the nine
To the end of days, and wasted times
You call me up, gonna hear me lie
For I go wrong, and say goodnight
Oh

And it takes me back, ooh
And it takes me back, ooh
And it takes me back, ooh
To you, to you

And it takes me back, ooh
And it takes me back, ooh
And it takes me back, ooh
To you, to you



Credits
Writer(s): Court Petrie, David Lewis, Sean Krell, Steven Lopez
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