Take me back to glory daze
Where my history was being made,
To the southern shores for I hear echoes directing,
But still I’ve – lost all faith in my belief

Take me back to glory daze,
Where my dreams were all so safe,
See me running from the place I’d always stay now,
See how quickly I’ll change my way.

Like a red shark in a blue sea
I can spot you a million miles away,
And like a puppet on a string
I’m left hanging to my gloriest daze.
Take me back to glory daze…