Every day

These old streets

Tell him all he needs to know

but he wants a piece of all

things so pointless and so vain
he knows he's been wrong

all promises not kept then

all plans postponed

It's past the time

Thinking of those years gone by
They realize
the only that matters is love

She wakes up, it's so early

So many days, all lost
But she has to make it there anyway
cus there's so many things to pay for
It's not ok, it's not ok

Not expecting much but she

Sometimes still dreams

It's past the time

Thinking of those years
They all
went by just like a blur

It's past the time

Thinking of those years
They know
The only thing worth fightiong for
(the only way, a way, a way to mend it)

It's friday night

What's there to do?

When having fun

Means different things

It Feels they might have grown apart

A way, a way to mend it?

It's past the time

Thinking of those years
They all
went by just like a blur

It's past the time

Thinking of those years
They know
the only way, a way, a way to mend it