THOSE THINGS

 

Can we do the things we used to do

Be the way we used to be

When I used to see more of you

When you used to see all of me

Late night sunrise, curtains drawn

Music from the room next door

Your hand in mine, the clothes we wore

Thrown upon the floor

 

Can we did the things we used to did

Go to places we would go

For no other reason than it

Was all for fun and fun for all

You moved on and I moved on

But the things we tried remain

Locked in my memory

And seeing you sends me

Thinking about those things

 

Can we roll the way we used to roll

Go to places we would do

For no reason at all

No real reason at all

Midnight missions to the moon

Underneath a tent in June

A festival of northern light

The drum that kept us up all night

When we got sad, we got sad

When time came back to say

But knowing what we’ve been through

Takes me right into thinking about

Thinking about those things

Those things

And I’m thinking about those things

 

How did we lose then find each other

Why did we end up after all these years

Standing face to face

Once you peek under the covers

That image cannot be erased

And now I’m thinking about

Thinking about those things

And I’m thinking about those things

 

Tell me you don’t feel the same

And I’ll leave this place right now

Try to stop thinking about

About those things

 

When you look at me that way

It’s hard not to think about

About all those wonderful things

 

Tell me that you feel the same

And we’ll leave this place right now

Oh, thinking ‘bout

Thinking ‘bout

Those things