I passed by your old house
It changed but it felt the same
Smaller than the memory
Same windows different family
I passed by your old house
I looked up to the first floor
I used to throw stones
In the middle of the lonely night
You turn on your light
Made me remember all the good times
I call you up to hear your voice
It's deeper than it used to be
When we were just polaroid kids
Taking pictures, taking time
Now we're that old vinyl hiss
You hear when you reminisce
Never felt alone
With the spirit of a kindred
We'll never get old
But we sure are getting vintage
We'll never get old
But we sure are getting vintage
You sound like you've grown up
But not lost your childish ways
You tell me that you wanna see
If my face matches the memory
You have or if I grew up
Don't regret calling me up right now
It's been great to hear your voice
I can hear you falter but i'm willing
Seems like I don't get the choice
I can't take this any further
Coz I know where it's gonna lead
Maybe you're right but I still wanna feel the way that we did
When we were just polaroid kids
Taking pictures, taking time
Now we're that old vinyl hiss
You hear when you reminisce
Never felt alone
With the spirit of a kindred
We'll never get old
But we sure are getting vintage
We'll never get old
But we sure are getting vintage
We were together in the dawning days
The morning haze of life
We were more than friends
More than spending time
More than sending vibes
Pretending and hype
We were a picture you could feel
Framed in the days when all that mattered was the two of us
Oblivious to the world around
Blinkered by childish love
Starting a journey that would see us part and rejoin
Only to find we never should have left
When we were just polaroid kids
Taking pictures, taking time
Now we're that old vinyl hiss
You hear when you reminisce
Never felt alone
With the spirit of a kindred
We'll never get old
But we sure are getting vintage
We'll never get old
But we sure are getting vintage
I passed by your old house
It changed but it felt the same