How many years have passed me by?
Since I've stopped to take a look at all the changes in my life.
So many friends have come and gone.
But all those summer nights still burn inside my lungs.
I hope you will not forget this either.
Forever.
And I bet I'm not the only one who thinks.
I'm stuck in the past with all the friends,
I am losing.
I regret not holding onto more closely.
The past it the past, and I'm letting it kill me.
If I just had one wish I'll tell you what it'd be.
I'd bring back all the bands inside the dome.
And one last time have a fucking show.
Life is what you make it, what you make it