Five years ago I would have given anything to have her look at me the way she looks at him now
And I'm not too proud to admit, there's still a little of the old feeling there
I say I love you like it's going out of style
I'd like to think that I mean it, at least most of the time
She's faded grey in a technicolour world
Waiting on a boy who's waiting on a girl
Woah, we are the rockstars of the street corners
Woah, screaming out we won't be forgotten
Looking back on what we never had
She takes my hand and shows me everything she knows
It never slows down for her sometimes that's just how it goes
Smoking a cigarette she hand-rolled for me the only one I've ever smoked in my life
Remembering how she looked in the moonlight faint impressions of our bodies entwined
She's faded grey in a technicolour world
Waiting on a boy who's waiting on a girl
Woah, we are the rockstars of the street corners
Woah, screaming out we won't be forgotten
Looking back on what we never had
And I don't wanna go back to those days but sometimes I find myself thinking
About late night conversations sitting on a bench outside the pub with her by my side
You can freeze a moment so many ways, and I've chosen words to reflect
But they twist and turn into funhouse mirrors rose-tinted with regret
Woah, we are the rockstars of the street corners
Woah, screaming out we won't be forgotten
Looking back on what we never had
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Five years ago I would have given anything to have her look at me the way she looks at him now
And I'm not too proud to admit, there's still a little of the old feeling there
I say I love you like it's going out of style
I'd like to think that I mean it, at least most of the time
She's faded grey in a technicolour world
Waiting on a boy who's waiting on a girl
Woah, we are the rockstars of the street corners
Woah, screaming out we won't be forgotten
Looking back on what we never had
She takes my hand and shows me everything she knows
It never slows down for her sometimes that's just how it goes
Smoking a cigarette she hand-rolled for me the only one I've ever smoked in my life
Remembering how she looked in the moonlight faint impressions of our bodies entwined
She's faded grey in a technicolour world
Waiting on a boy who's waiting on a girl
Woah, we are the rockstars of the street corners
Woah, screaming out we won't be forgotten
Looking back on what we never had
And I don't wanna go back to those days but sometimes I find myself thinking
About late night conversations sitting on a bench outside the pub with her by my side
You can freeze a moment so many ways, and I've chosen words to reflect
But they twist and turn into funhouse mirrors rose-tinted with regret
Woah, we are the rockstars of the street corners
Woah, screaming out we won't be forgotten
Looking back on what we never had
And I'm not too proud to admit, there's still a little of the old feeling there
I say I love you like it's going out of style
I'd like to think that I mean it, at least most of the time
She's faded grey in a technicolour world
Waiting on a boy who's waiting on a girl
Woah, we are the rockstars of the street corners
Woah, screaming out we won't be forgotten
Looking back on what we never had
She takes my hand and shows me everything she knows
It never slows down for her sometimes that's just how it goes
Smoking a cigarette she hand-rolled for me the only one I've ever smoked in my life
Remembering how she looked in the moonlight faint impressions of our bodies entwined
She's faded grey in a technicolour world
Waiting on a boy who's waiting on a girl
Woah, we are the rockstars of the street corners
Woah, screaming out we won't be forgotten
Looking back on what we never had
And I don't wanna go back to those days but sometimes I find myself thinking
About late night conversations sitting on a bench outside the pub with her by my side
You can freeze a moment so many ways, and I've chosen words to reflect
But they twist and turn into funhouse mirrors rose-tinted with regret
Woah, we are the rockstars of the street corners
Woah, screaming out we won't be forgotten
Looking back on what we never had
Writer: Christopher Preece
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