When the shit hit the fan we drowned with our boots on like Army Rangers in the desert.
A bird zig - zagged across the horizon like a tangled web we wove.
In our lost world happiness is more than a state of mind and everything rolls down the hill
Like a runaway train trapped in reverse.
A vague memory tasted like sunshine on your cheek after making love beside your parents' pool.
We were forbidden to see each other.
Those were the days. What happened to the good old days? Are they long gone forever?
We transformed ourselves into a stack of wet firewood
And waited for the inevitable
To seep under the door
Like dope smoke in the barracks hall.
A bird zig - zagged across the horizon like a tangled web we wove.
In our lost world happiness is more than a state of mind and everything rolls down the hill
Like a runaway train trapped in reverse.
A vague memory tasted like sunshine on your cheek after making love beside your parents' pool.
We were forbidden to see each other.
Those were the days. What happened to the good old days? Are they long gone forever?
We transformed ourselves into a stack of wet firewood
And waited for the inevitable
To seep under the door
Like dope smoke in the barracks hall.
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