There's a little bit of springtime in the back of my mind
That remembers when there was a time
When we danced and laughed an spent some time drinking wine
And somewhere in there
There's a little child without a thought
Without a doubt that every cloud is silver lined
He is warm and everything is new
And everything is clean and everything is free
And there were still so many things to see
So many things still left to be
You're a very small drop in the middle of a big sea
Of high and mighty things
Your fascination for larger than life
Your brand new appetite, as though we'd invented it
We danced
There's a little bit of springtime in the back of my mind
That remembers things, perhaps as they should've been
Rather than lies, rather than the cruelty
That sometimes we were guilty of and as everyone knows
We were only young and really couldn't have known
We were very young and it's nice to know there's a place to go
And still so many things left to see
You're a drop in the middle of a big sea of high and mighty things
Your fascination for larger than life
Your brand new appetite
As though we'd invented it
We danced
It could be the longest time and I'll remember it
You don't know what's in store, when we laugh

Writer : HAMMOND, STUBBS
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