Seventeen (Thomas Gold Festival Mix)

There are time we'd like to leave behind

We break, we burn, we bruise

And there are times we'd like to keep in mind

That we try so hard not to lose

All these photographs

Take me back

Take me back, my friend

Photographs

Take me back

Take me back again

Here we are

Rollin' in the gold sand

Here we are

Dancing in the sea

Stole your daddy's car

And made out on the back seat

So here we are

That was you and me

Here we are...

Here we are

There's loves we'd like to bury deep

With scars and tears and lies

But there ain't nothing much I'd like to keep

Just days of you and I

Oh, all these photographs

Take me back

Take me back, my friend

Photographs

Take me back

Take me back again

Here we are

Rollin' in the gold sand

Here we are

Dancing in the sea

Stole your daddy's car

And made out on the back seat

So here we are

That was you and me

When we were 17