Everyone is dressed up, everyone to the nines Someone must have found love or someone must have died This will be forgotten by history and scholars, alike Another moment of import lost to time
Wild nights when we were younger, we thought we'd live forever At least we'll die together If killing time was a crime, we'd be on the most wanted signs Our love will surely be forgotten by history and scholars Forever lost in time's currents Everybody knows that the best way to describe The ocean to a blind man is to push him in
In the company of others I'm reminded why your lifetime lover's the temperamental kind
