Lyrics
We were turning into old
Versions of ourselves
If it were only up to me
I'd get used to no one else
We were walking out on ice
Anybody's guess
Shot the coast in black and white
Know I said I meant to
Change the film
Nothing to show for
How you felt
Sun off your shoulder
Feeling like we're seventeen
Back where we grew up
So imperfect, in between
Probably my fault
There are days that throw us off
Haven't read all year
Hard to finish what we start
Been too close to see it clear
And I know what you would say
And I know what you would say
Change the film
Nothing to show for
How you felt
Sun off your shoulder
And I know what you would say
And I know what you would say
Written by: Nicholas Warren Evans, William J. Evans

