The Way Things Were

You and me, in love forever, teenage dreams That's the way things weren't. 'Where were you last night?' I shouted it a million times. Did you think I wouldn't stay up? Waiting thinking. That's the way things were.

The scent of cinnamon on the midnight air, My perfume's orange blossom and you know. I can see it in your' eyes, But still I ask. I want to hear it from your' lips, the ones I used to kiss. 'Where were you last night?'

The way you held my hand when I met your' Mum, Stood up to those who beat us down, College romance lasted longer, because you were like my sun. Push away the rain and clouds, Go back to the way things were.

The scent of cinnamon on the midnight air, My perfume's orange blossom and you know. You know I do, I can see it in your' eyes, But still I ask. I want to hear it from your' lips, the ones I used to kiss. 'Where were you last night?'

Was it all a lie then? The way you pushed me on that swing, and told me I was everything?
You can't take it back now, but 'where were you last night?'

The scent of cinnamon on the midnight air, My perfume's orange blossom and you know. You know I do, I can see it in your' eyes, But still I ask. I want to hear it from your' lips, the ones I used to kiss. I know where you were last night.

Take me back to the way things were, When you're excuses weren't all lies Take me back to the way things were.