I was wrong to say I wouldnt change a thing cause In the story of our lives, the best of times Through coloured glass And if you should call Its no trouble, no trouble at all Ill take out the sun, back where we begun again Time, goes on. Enough to let me move on past But every little now and then it creeps on back to shade my smile Im here once again
–missing–
So who takes the fall, that covers it all again. Put it on the right track get it right back This is for my heart its too loud to stay apart So put it on the right track, steal it right back Its high tïme now x4