Diligent Home Cooking Routine | Making a Delicious Brunch and Packed Lunch

Golden days, drifting by the wind Light is leaving town Colors fade, but I'm thinking you stay Thank you I'm thinking of you I'm going to the party I'm thinking of you Telling of a cold, my head in my hands now Play it back, I still can't seem to figure out Became a mosaic here on the Maybe I can't seem to trace it We went from weightless to dragging our feet Lost in translation I keep on chasing who we were before Tell me it's over Tell me we're alright Tell me that you're a chance Tell me it's alright Tell me we're old Swear I traded us back again Talk to you, the way that I used to do Live space and not living Try to shrug it off Say it's nothing but That just isn't true Maybe I can't seem to trace it This love was sacred Now it's got our names Translation We'll break at saving Watch it all for a chance Tell me it's alright Tell me we're old Swear I traded us back again