Skipping the cracks as I walk down the street
I'm not one for superstition but you still make me feel weak
I think I saw a shooting star, maybe one you've also seen
And I can't help but wish for everything we could have been
Your hand in my hand
And your hair in my bed
So take me back to that time
Cause I miss my old life
Only a couple months ago I had my sails hoisted tight
It's funny how quick it gets dark when everything else seems so bright
Like a lifeboat in an ocean I slowly drift away
From anyone who's ever cared, I never meant to be this way
Your hand in my hand
And your hair in my bed
So take me back to that time
Cause I miss my old life
I've tried and I've failed
To build myself back up
So take me back to that time
Cause I miss my old life