Glory Days - Color Theory

Nothing changes in the day by day

But then we look back

And nothing is the same

What do we cling to at the last?

Boring stories of foolish acts

Enlarged and embellished

Sealed and vacuum-packed

Best friends can’t let go of the past

A life in Technicolor

Beyond the ever after

A yellowed Polaroid

Can’t fill the aching void

Of glory days

Glory days

Crushed by the absolute fact

That things can never go back

To how they used to be

Accept wholeheartedly

The glory days

Those were the glory days

Wasn’t ready to come of age

Still waiting for my shot at center stage

Too immature to let it go

I’m inclined to take the longer view

The future me seeking out the future you

Forever hunting high and low

A life in Technicolor

Beyond the ever after

A yellowed Polaroid

Can’t fill the aching void

Of glory days

Glory days

Crushed by the absolute fact

That things can never go back

To how they used to be

Accept wholeheartedly

The glory days

Those were the glory days

It isn’t all bad

Getting older

Waited years to kiss you

Wasted away

And now I do it every day

A life in Technicolor

Beyond the ever after

A yellowed Polaroid

Can’t fill the aching void

Of glory days

Glory days

Crushed by the absolute fact

That things can never go back

To how they used to be

Accept wholeheartedly

The glory days

Those were the glory days

And if you can’t recall

We’ll just redo it all

The glory days

These are the glory days

These are the glory days

These are the glory days

These are the glory days

These are the glory days