Prime

Summer time, another prime How I wondered why, it took so long to see you back here In our lives, we've lived and died, about a thousand times But that won't carry on come next week no... Golden years, we've spent right here, and ample tears from the garden in your eyes Are welling up, wish that time would stop So we could say enough when our bodies say we're ready, no It's been so fun but alas Good things weren't built to last But every light will someday die oh why I wanna feel long to feel so young again I thought this was our prime...