There’s a song spreading “I love you”s like wet shoes in rainy days
Convincing me I have been living the same day, again and again
And I keep pictures of perfection, for whenever I don’t feel safe
Like a broken record we keep, although it’s never being played again

But if there’s still room in the sunshine then I know I’ll be just fine
If there are memories and soundtracks, I guess there’s gotta be a smile
So I keep hanging around in the sunshine, ‘cause that’s where things feel just right
And well, I guess this is the story of my life
(And that’s another reason to feel good with)

There are sugar words in rock songs, words I seem to know by heart
Just add fireworks and maybe a brand new year is about to start
And all those pictures of perfection, there’s no use for them right now
I’ll be fine as long as there are sugar words I can sing out loud

12 new cracks on my own barricade... metaphors are ok
Just let it be as vague as me

If there are memories and soundtracks then there is reason to survive
So I keep hanging around in the sunshine, ‘cause that’s where I feel alive
And I still save that word for really special times... I guess I can tell these are the best days of my life

Alv...