Tales of the old
Of the secrets we hold
I want to be well
Lucky to even feel
Love, at all

Words run like a race
And maybe I spoke to late
You try and erase
Every memory, every shape
But I host them in place

Tales of the old
Of the secrets we hold
I want to be well
And maybe I've never feel
Love at all

It's the song that everyone sings
It's the song that everyone sings
It's the song that everyone sings

Where have I gone
And where have you gone

Take me back to summer time
Endless love and endless wine
I want you, I want you
Take me back to summer time
Endless love and endless wine
I want you, I want you