Do you remember
Late nights in my backseat
We used to talk (talk-talk)

For hours and hours
About anything
Back then we were shapes
With headlights in our faces
Now these subtle twists
And sudden turns
Remind me of the way that

Things change
That's the way life is
I'm okay with it
But I really miss
Your kiss
And the way you taste
My hands on your waist
I guess it was just a phase

Hieroglyphics
Linger on the panels of my car
A history of haunted scenes
A sultry stained-glass memory
Emotive archeology
Reminds me of the way that
Things change
That's the way life is
I'm okay with it
But I really miss
Your kiss
And the way you taste
My hands on your waist
I guess it was just a phase

Things change
That's the way life is
I'm okay with it
But I really miss
Your kiss
And the way you taste
No, it was not a waste
I guess it was just a phase