Golden Days
I found a pile of PolaroidsIn the crates of a record shopThey were sexy, sexy looking backFrom a night that time forgot
Boy he was something debonair in 1979And she had Farrah Fawcett hairCarafes of blood red wine
In the summertime, in the summertime
Oh don't you wonder when the light begins to fade?And the clock just makes the colors turn to greyForever younger growing older just the sameAll the memories that we make will never changeWe'll stay drunk, we'll stay tan, let the love remainAnd I swear that I'll always paint you
Golden days, golden daysGolden days, golden days
I bet they met some diplomats on Bianca Jagger's new yachtWith their caviar and dead cigarsThe air was sauna hotI bet they never even thought aboutThe glitter dancing on the skinThe decades might've washed it outAs the flashes popped like pins
In the summertime, in the summertime
Oh don't you wonder when the light begins to fade?And the clock just makes the colors turn to greyForever younger growing older just the sameAll the memories that we make will never changeWe'll stay drunk, we'll stay tan, let the love remainAnd I swear that I'll always paint you
Golden days, golden daysGolden days, golden days
Time can never break your heartBut It'll take the pain awayRight now our future's certainI won't let it fade away
Golden days, golden daysGolden days, golden days
Golden days, golden daysGolden days, golden days