Days were different when you counted them in hours
There were some things that she never wanted again
In fragmented words, too weak to hear,
there were some things that she never wanted again
Like: do you want to be the man she once knew?
Do you want to be the woman she knew too
Days were different when you counted them in hours
There were some things that she never wanted again
Like, she won't talk of blocks, and of time,
and of clocks and how they bind
And the days that have passed so fast that you might
bring the past to the present, and say it is your future life
I'm waking up from a bed of past lives lived,
cause I'm living my life "half-life, half-lived"
Days were different when you counted them in hours
There were some things that she never wanted again
In fragmented words, too weak to hear,
there were some things that she never wanted again
Like: do you want to be the man she once knew?
Do you want to be the woman she knew too
Do you want to be the woman
she was you
Days are different now,
they are ours
And days are different now,
they are mine