Memories, like the corners of my mind
misty, water-coloured, memories 
of the way we were

Scattered pictures, of the smiles we left behind
smiles we gave to one another 
for the way we were

Can it be that it was all so simple then,
or, has time rewritten every line 
If we had the chance to do it all again,
tell me, would we, could we 

Memories, may be beautiful, and yet,
what's too painful to remember 
we simply choose to forget
so it's the laughter, we will remember,
whenever we remember, 
the way we were

The way we were