5805 - The Classic Crime

Friends,

I will keep you like trophies in my heart,

To remember how loneliness

Was a faded dream, on 219th street.

We were more than just young, we were full of it.

And no one could touch us, or take us in.

Watching the sunset from the roof,

We’d plan our next adventure.

I was nineteen and young,

Thought I had it all figured out.

The world was our oyster,

And we dove in to get the pearl out.

Now we are swimming in memories

How we wish we could go back

I’ve got a sneaking suspicion,

That hindsight only favors good vision,

But I’m not one to complain,

When it’s all I dream of.

We were more than just useless and stupid kids,

The music it moved us, we shook our fists

As we sang along, at the top of our lungs.

Now we are swimming in memories,

How we wish we could go back

We hold the hopes that someday we’ll see the world again.

Like that, like that

Like that, like that

Now we are swimming in memories,

How we wish we could go back

We hold the hopes that someday we’ll see the world again.

Like that, like that,

Oh, like that, like that.

Yeah!