These Days

Still waiting, a touch of turpentine

What are you hiding girl?

Have you made up your mind?

She's lost and in her fantasies,

she sings in broken melodies (that I'm putting back together again)

She's lost and in her fantasies,

she sings in broken melodies (that I'm putting back together)

These days we're dreaming of

The ways we fell in love

The things we're guilty of

Still raining, another day inside

Why are you smiling girl?

Have you made up your mind?

If you want to

If you need to

It could be true, tonight

She's lost and in her fantasies,

she sings in broken in melodies (that I'm putting back together again)

She's lost and in her fantasies,

she sings in broken melodies (that I'm putting back together)

These days we're dreaming of

The ways we fell in love

The things we're guilty of

These days we're dreaming of

The ways we fell in love

The things we're guilty of

Whoa whoa (these days we're dreaming of)

Whoa whoa (these days we're dreaming of)

Whoa whoa (these days we're dreaming of)

Whoa whoa

These days we're dreaming of

The ways we fell in love

The things we're guilty of

These days we're dreaming of

The ways we fell in love

The things we're guilty of

These days we're dreaming of

The ways we fell in love

The things we're guilty of

These days we're dreaming of (these days we're dreaming of)

The ways we fell in love (these days we're dreaming of)

The things we're guilty of