d' you remember the beach and the bridges
the buildings and the first time we left
i found confidence inside a bottle
that i still kiss before i go to bed

i'm walking with my head up there
but i'm running with black eyes
i should be the one that's laughing
but i could never be that proud

two weeks from now (i'll) we'll be missing this (them)
but if (i'd) we'd stay here (i'd) we'd be drowning deep
and i can't wait to see you again and again and again
but the road is calling my ugly name