Drive for miles in a motorcar, I just want to be far away

Never knowing where you are, the rain falls down for days

Standing in a crowded room, we make our own action

Midnight passes much too soon, you’re still my main attraction

I wake up in a silent dream, searching for a midnight promise

Sailing down deserted streams, the rain falls down on us

Living scenes from grainy movies, we just wrote the script, we just wrote the script

I spent my time staring at newsreels, now I know this is it

This is it

The life we wanted, chances we took, come back to us

The life we wanted, chances we took, come back to us on newsreel

The life we wanted, chances we took, come back to us, come back to us

The life we wanted, chances we took, come back to us, come back to us

The life we wanted, chances we took, come back to us, come back to us

Words: 
Chris Wardman
Music: 
Chris Wardman