Life's a case of the slippery hat Every drops a change that leaves us looking back So a hole take shape of all the fun we had But the more you contemplate the less fun you'll have All those summertime 35's Are so easily romanticised When now all you see are photographs And gaping holes in your anti-social gatherings Maybe the finer things help Maybe you balance it well Nostalgia leaves the stalest smell Take those rose tints off they'll only make you numb Off to your favourite place if you wanna come Then you'll see it was just your position The past aint to chase it's to learn from All those summertime 35's Are so easily romanticised When now all you see are photographs And gaping holes in your anti-social gatherings Maybe the finer things help Maybe you balance it well Nostalgia leaves the stalest smell When it walks like love And it talks like love The fuzzy feeling that it does 'Cos we should be living our life on the ceiling Remember that summer house getting the weed in Really all that changes is the season We should be living our life in the deep end Instead i've been getting in states on the weekend Somethings gotta change if we've hope for a reason