I was wrong
To say, I wouldn't change a thing
'Cause in the story of our lives
The best of times

Through colour glass
Time goes on enough
To let me move on past
But every little now and then
It creeps on back to shade my smile

I was wrong
To say I wouldn't change a thing
'Cause in the story of our lives
The best of times

Through colour glass
Time goes on enough
To let me move on past
But every little now and then
It creeps on back to shade my smile