back when
when the days they had no end
and it was easier to find a friend
and the roses were as fresh as rain

back then
when the hours they had no time
and we couldn't find that much pain
and trouble was just a game

remember
when we were younger
and the night was calling you

remember
when we were younger
and the night was calling you

back when
we lived on the edge of a dare
and we pulled nature by the hair
and spanked the moon without care

back then
it was as lovely as it would get
we were double knuckle drenched in sweat
and we would fight until the bell would swell

remember
when we were younger
and the night was calling you

remember
when we were younger
and the night was calling you