For sure we've been left behind the streets are so quiet especially at night
And we all know that its broken as we wait for the tide to arrive.
We wouldn't change it, no not for the world because memories are special things that teach us how to love.
All our friends packed their lives into boxes and they set their sights on the sea.
There's a method to my madness, a reason for my passion,
A piece that fits the puzzle that is my life.
For sure when the summer ends
You know I should be leaving but there's one thing that I don't get.
Your voice is a magnet pulling my back down to the floor.
There's a method to my madness, a reason for my passion,
A piece that fits the puzzle that is my life.
There it goes again she said
Nothing in life is certain but death
And sometimes we still cling to the hope
That we might not have to die alone.