Sitting in the Past
In the new place Decorated like the old place Another world, another distinction, distillation A birthday party Formal gowns swirling, pixelated tuxes, faces You and I We knew the secret. "Those days will never return," I said. "I would say we didn't know how awesome it was. But I think we did. We stood outside the bullshit and we looked in and we knew. Sorry, don't know why I got in a sentimental mood all of a sudden. It's like we're sitting in the past." "It'll pass," you said, "if you hold real still. ------------------------------------------------ This is, for me, the essence of true romance. - Becker, Fagen