Oh, take me back to the old days
Not the one that your racist uncle pines for
But the ones where it all seemed more bright
And the summers were longer
And the ciders were stronger
Or perhaps it was all just newer then

I guess I'm one for nostalgia
But a life without glamour
Must pour glitter on the past
So I spent evenings in silence
Contemplating the violence that times

All the things
I've lost and found
That pick me up
And drag me down
And all the fears I've realised
And all the nights spent terrified

Oh what am I supposed to do?
When I'm just an over-sentimental fool

I guess I've got nothing better to do
Than sit here thinking
While I do too much drinking
Without you
Without you

I'm all alone in the photos
I'm holding none of the cards
Contemplating how we all came so very far

I'm all alone in the photos
I'm holding none of the cards
Contemplating how we all
We came so far

We came so far
Far
We came so far
We came so far
Far