And these will be the good old days... 
Face it: good old place 
Maze it: twist road race 
Twist glow blade
Me go blaze, sick road craze 
Bestow hate.. Hurt mixed with pain 
Tears hint with gaze 
Lost in the pace 
Found in her place 
Broken heart shattered glass 
Broken crass battered past 
Blast in the past, past in the barn 
Barn in the pants, pants in the bask... 
Euphoria of what it used to be 
Where you used to see 
Things you used to say.... 
Look me in the eye... Tell me you are mine 
Lie with me now... Don’t you go cuz you can.