Tales of the old
Of the secrets we hold
I want to be well
Lucky to even feel
Love, at all
Words run like a race
And maybe I spoke to late
You try and erase
Every memory, every shape
But I host them in place
Tales of the old
Of the secrets we hold
I want to be well
And maybe I've never feel
Love at all
It's the song that everyone sings
It's the song that everyone sings
It's the song that everyone sings
Where have I gone
And where have you gone
Take me back to summer time
Endless love and endless wine
I want you, I want you
Take me back to summer time
Endless love and endless wine
I want you, I want you
