We were children in our places
with the world beneath our feet
and growing up was on our faces
i remember yours so sweet

did you ever look so nice?
did you ever look so nice?

But every turn became our future
there for us to make our bet
that the longer i remember
youre still the hardest to forget

did you ever look so nice?

if we make it through these changes
find that nothing was in stone
but the glance of our exchanges
did they ever look so nice?

did you ever look so nice?