When I think about the old songs that I wrote
thinking of summer friends and me.
Picnics with the people that I thought
I loved to think of what we almost could have been and,
we've got the summer days now, but
my... mind... is... elsewhere.
Don't let me care, don't let me slip, so easy to
forget about the times we had the past,
the past it means so much to me and,
all I want to do is talk with you into the night.
Waiting for the time to pass more quickly so that I can see you soon.

If I get old I want to be in your arms facing you.
Don't mind if I die, if I'll still be with you.

How sad you looked alone, as the platform moved away and you were gone.
I just wanted to run from the train just to hug you once more,
I can't bear to be without you here and,
all I want to do is talk with you into the night.
Thinking of ways to make time pass
as quickly as it can so I can see you soon, see you soon...

If I get old I want to be in your arms facing you.
Don't care if I die, if I'll still be with you.