Seventeen (Thomas Gold Festival Mix)

There are time wed like to leave behind
We break, we burn, we bruise
And there are times wed like to keep in mind
That we try so hard not to lose
All these photographs
Take me back
Take me back, my friend
Photographs
Take me back
Take me back again

Here we are
Rollin in the gold sand
Here we are
Dancing in the sea
Stole your daddys car
And made out on the back seat
So here we are
That was you and me
Here we are. ..
Here we are

Theres loves wed like to bury deep
With scars and tears and lies
But there aint nothing much Id like to keep
Just days of you and I
Oh, all these photographs
Take me back
Take me back, my friend
Photographs
Take me back
Take me back again

Here we are
Rollin in the gold sand
Here we are
Dancing in the sea
Stole your daddys car
And made out on the back seat
So here we are
That was you and me
When we were 17