I was wrong to say I wouldn't change a thing cause In the story of our lives The best of times Through colour glass
And if you should call It's no trouble, no trouble at all I'll paint 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 shape my smile I'm here once again And I'm dealing and I'm feeling the pain So who takes the fall That covers it all again?