History

I was wrong to say

I wouldn't change a thing cause

In the story of our lives

The best of times

Through colour glass

And if you should call

It's no trouble, no trouble at all

I wouldn't change a thing cause

I'll paint out the sun

Back where we begun again

Time, goes on

Enough to let me move on past but

Every little now and then

It creeps on back to shape my smile

I'm here once again

And I'm dealing and I'm feeling the pain

So who takes the fall

That covers it all again?