Return the Childhood-D.White

歌手 : D.White

专辑 : Return the Childhood

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:33

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Return the Childhood - D.White

Lyrics by：D.White/Slawomir lukaszewski/Tatyana Pivovarova

Composed by：D.White/Slawomir lukaszewski/Tatyana Pivovarova

We don't see but days go by so quickly

Like the pages we used to fill in weekly

Time is slipping like water through the fingers

And alas we can't turn it back

But we long for chasing what really matters

Finding childhood in photographs and letters

And replaying songs of some favourite singers

Dancing to the old timeless track

I wish I could return my childhood years

Where my guitar was playing on the stairs

Where all my friends were true and fights were fair

And all my life was really good

I wish I could escape my adult troubles

And find myself in childhood blowing bubbles

When wounded knees don't hurt and joy just doubles

I would return it if I could

If I could

We at times choose someone who never cares

Diving into our love affairs

We don't see that our hearts are bleeding

We are getting used to the pain

We miss childhood touching it at a distance

Keeping albums with dozens lovely instants

We can never stop time because it's fleeting

We are trying hard but in vain

I wish I could return my childhood years

Where my guitar was playing on the stairs

Where all my friends were true and fights were fair

And all my life was really good

I wish I could escape my adult troubles

And find myself in childhood blowing bubbles

When wounded knees don't hurt and joy just doubles

I would return it if I could

If I could

I wish I could return my childhood years

Where my guitar was playing on the stairs

Where all my friends were true and fights were fair

And all my life was really good

I wish I could escape my adult troubles

And find myself in childhood blowing bubbles

When wounded knees don't hurt and joy just doubles

I would return it if I could

If I could