old tastes

everything I have done,
everything I did.
my moods, my different faces...

my different voices.
everything we did...

every cold winter,
sweaty summer.


...seems like a million years.


I grab your hand and have one last dance...



let's sing along
to this old song



let's throw out our pride,

get rid of this pitty party.


burn everything else...


dance to our old tastes
and leave ourselves behind.


everything we did...
all of our different worries.
everything I have,
everything you own.


....every time we saw the rain,
when the snow blocked every road.


Let's not go back.
let's not forget.


grab my hand
give me a bright smile


and let's hurry
let's run.