I was wrong to say
I wouldn't change a thing, 'cause
In the story of our lives, the best of times
Through colored glass
Time goes on enough
To let me move on past, but
Every little now and then, it creeps on back
To shake my smile
I was wrong to say
I wouldn't change a thing, 'cause
In the story of our lives, the best of times
Through colored glass
Time goes on enough
To let me move on past, but
Every little now and then, it creeps on back
To shake my smile
