Hold on I think we need to stop and rewind Back to the times where we felt young Before the sense succumbed The hymns of the dance floors We are not to late To initiate The riot we always dreamed about Before will I am had gold records Bring back, bring it back all forthright I'm curious Take me out of this sanding plight yeah I beg you to Bring back bring back the oo’s Take me to the point where we had nowhere else to go Back apprenticeship years Daydream 3pm Turn up the tv sound There are no pregnant girls no liz No desperate girls gone shopping Just music videos But its just a spark But it will keep us going At least one Last time And if you ever feel the need To return my call This is where we’re used to point to The deep fall, let’s lose it all On my call That's where we want to be Yeah