Maybe it’s a torture
Maybe everything was meant to be
We’re moving to the future
As we are getting weak
Maybe its a lover
Maybe you’re the one who meant to be
Baby we can’t deny
We’re living life that so unclear to see
We’re getting older
Now baby are you ready
To travel the dark inside the light
Cause everything changes
We’ll grow so white and week
But i’ll be right on your side
Counting all of the stars
While i’m praying to God
To bring back all the “vintage” version of us
Maybe some “pour over”
Maybe just a little time to see
A moment to remember
What life supposed to be
Maybe some day
We’ll travel to the place we’ve never been
Or maybe we have no time
Cause maybe we’ll too busy on the kids
We’re getting older
Now baby are you ready
To travel the dark inside the light
Cause everything changes
We’ll grow so white and week
But i’ll be right on your side
Counting all of the stars
While i’m praying to God
To bring back all the “vintage” version of us
Maybe just a letter
Maybe just an afterthought to think
Sooner or later
We’ll be getting off the scene
People look for better
People need a perfect love to give
But what i believe in mind
That love sees imperfection perfectly
We’re getting older
Now baby are you ready
To travel the dark inside the light
Cause everything changes
We’ll grow so white and week
But i’ll be right on your side
Counting all of the stars
While i’m praying to God
To bring back all the “vintage” version
I’m praying to God
To bring back all the “vintage” version
While i’m praying to God
To bring back all the “vintage” version of us
