days of old

yea bring me bring me back to days of old play it back play it back to tapes of old when we seat by the windows and we feel the cold all the fun we had together is now like a stolen scroll time passes like it a rollen stone all the times the camera stared at us and we take a pose bring me back bring me back to days of old play it back play it back to the tapes of old when we seat by the windows and we feel the cold the times we had no gas and we cooked with stove there were promises made, which were never fufilled there was hope at the time which we never believed i tried to straighten things up but u were never relieved i tried to make things work but u never believed if it still did work u were going to live bring me back bring me back to days of old play it back play it back to the tapes of old when we seat by the windows and we feel the cold all those times we never use to call each other in September used to call your mother, tried to separate us in a manner now we gone like we never happened o i feel tender u were a pretender that something i use to remember u drive past in a manner that reminds me of my father umm yea bring me back bring me back to days of old play it back play it back to the tapes of old when we sit by the windows and we feel the cold