Life's a case of the slippery hat
Every drops a change that leaves us looking back
So a hole take shape of all the fun we had
But the more you contemplate the less fun you'll have
All those summertime 35's
Are so easily romanticised
When now all you see are photographs
And gaping holes in your anti-social gatherings
Maybe the finer things help
Maybe you balance it well
Nostalgia leaves the stalest smell
Take those rose tints off they'll only make you numb
Off to your favourite place if you wanna come
Then you'll see it was just your position
The past aint to chase it's to learn from
All those summertime 35's
Are so easily romanticised
When now all you see are photographs
And gaping holes in your anti-social gatherings
Maybe the finer things help
Maybe you balance it well
Nostalgia leaves the stalest smell
When it walks like love
And it talks like love
The fuzzy feeling that it does
'Cos we should be living our life on the ceiling
Remember that summer house getting the weed in
Really all that changes is the season
We should be living our life in the deep end
Instead i've been getting in states on the weekend
Somethings gotta change if we've hope for a reason