Tales of the old
Of the secrets we hold
I want to be well
Lucky to even feel
Love, at allWords run like a race
And maybe I spoke to late
You try and erase
Every memory, every shape
But I host them in place
Tales of the old
Of the secrets we hold
I want to be well
And maybe I've never feel
Love at all
Its the song that everyone sings
Where have I gone
And where have you gone
Take me back to summer time
Endless love and endless wine
I want you, I want you
Take me back to summer time
Endless love and endless wine
I want you, I want you.
