Hold on I think we need to stop and rewind
Back to the times where we felt young
Before the sense succumbed
The hymns of the dance floors
We are not to late
To initiate
The riot we always dreamed about
Before will I am had gold records
Bring back, bring it back all forthright I'm curious
Take me out of this sanding plight yeah I beg you to
Bring back bring back the oo’s
Take me to the point where we had nowhere else to go
Back apprenticeship years
Daydream 3pm
Turn up the tv sound
There are no pregnant girls no liz
No desperate girls gone shopping
Just music videos
But its just a spark
But it will keep us going
At least one
Last time
And if you ever feel the need
To return my call
This is where we’re used to point to
The deep fall, let’s lose it all
On my call
That's where we want to be
Yeah