Nostalgia is a liar
Comes with peeking sunrays
Storyteller reminder
Of our golden days
Erasing memories
Is like rooting out daisies
Were we fated to fail?
We only had maybes
But Trees are selling away their colors too
And we cannot go on as lovers (oh)
We got a bit close to love (close to love yeah)
We had it somewhere on(at) the corner of hope
And that is all there's to it
And that is all there's to it
We got a bit close to love (close to love yeah)
We had it somewhere on(at) the corner of hope
And that is all there's to it
And that is all there's to it