I have a habit
look back in time
and smile
sometimes cry
but yes, I enjoy looking back in time
the things I see
your lips
your fingers playing guitar
the wind blowing the leaves
your shy voice singing to me
oh yes, I have these things recorded in my mind
I can see us,
inside your old car listening to music up all night
and you're the same sweet boy
your eyes don't lie to me
you love me
how much I love you
yes I, like to go back in time and see you there
and I love to waking up everyday and see you here
same smile
same eyes
same love
forever.
