Springtime

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