[Archie Andrews:]
Tales of the old
Of the secrets we hold
I want to be well
I'm lucky to even feel
Love at all
Words run like a race
And maybe I spoke too late
You try and erase
Every memory, every shape
But time holds them in place
And tales of the old known
And the secrets we hold
I want to be well
And maybe I'll never feel
Love at all
It's the song that everybody sings
It's the song that everybody sings
It's the song that everybody sings
Where have I gone?
And where have you gone?
Take me back to summer time
Endless love and endless wine
I want you, I want you
Take me back to summer time
Endless love and endless wine
I want you, I want you