I was wrong to say I wouldnt change a thing cause
In the story of our lives, the best of times
Through coloured glass
And if you should call
Its no trouble, no trouble at all
Ill take out the sun, back where we begun again
Time, goes on. Enough to let me move on past
But every little now and then it creeps on back to shade my smile
Im here once again

–missing–

So who takes the fall, that covers it all again.
Put it on the right track get it right back
This is for my heart its too loud to stay apart
So put it on the right track, steal it right back
Its high tïme now
x4