Well there's a colour picture In my mind. Of all the places That I've left behind. The broken windows Where the wind blows through Empty shells of houses That have turned to ruin. Oh - we were so young. We didn't realise Just what we'd done. Oh - we were too young. And I remember you. You were the back yard boy. Hiding in the wreckage Of broken dreams. Standing by the railway line. Standing. Oh - we were so young. We didn't realise Just what we'd done. Oh - we were too young. And all the sweetness Has been taken out of this place. So many memories Are knocked down or replaced. And I can't stand to see The shifting time Taking me further - Leaving you behind. (Chorus repeats...)
Well there's a colour picture In my mind. Of all the places That I've left behind. The broken windows Where the wind blows through Empty shells of houses That have turned to ruin. Oh - we were so young. We didn't realise Just what we'd done. Oh - we were too young. And I remember you. You were the back yard boy. Hiding in the wreckage Of broken dreams. Standing by the railway line. Standing. Oh - we were so young. We didn't realise Just what we'd done. Oh - we were too young. And all the sweetness Has been taken out of this place. So many memories Are knocked down or replaced. And I can't stand to see The shifting time Taking me further - Leaving you behind. (Chorus repeats...)
