When I think back to the days when we were young
I have memories of holding your hand
Took 'til today and though you're not in the frame you're still on the set
I know that you're there
I was the type of kid
Had a dream in my head
Something about dancing
Back in like '96
Had a dream in my head
Something about dancing
Out of my mind
We can get so much better
Get so much better
Get so much out of our minds
We can get so much better
So much better
Get so much out of our mind
Some memories start to fade
Turn grey and evaporate
The smoke maybe through the hope
It's falling into place when you're feeling so broke
So frozen you cant escape
Stone sonorous and opaque
The blow could be high or low
Could be needed though
I was the type of kid
Had a dream in my head
Something about dancing
Back in like '96
Had a dream in my head
Something about dancing
Out of my mind
We can get so much better
Get so much better
Get so much out of our mind
We can get so much better
Get so much better
Get so much out of our mind
Back in like '96
Had a dream in my head
Something about dancing