Pretty Young - Nicholas Hamilton

When I was pretty young

I stared right at the sun

Got yelled at by my mum

«You'll freeze your face, my son»

Oh, I miss those days

And I’m still pretty young

I lose memories just for fun

Count friends on just the one

Although I rarely see the sun

I already miss these days

Already miss these days

I miss these days

Don’t remember these days

When I was pretty young

Never felt on the run

«Why are you crying, son?

What have you done?»

Oh, they’re happy tars

And I’m still pretty young

Always feel on the run

Too tired to ovrcome

My state of confusion

Oh, ain’t happy tears

And yet I miss these days

I miss these days

Don’t remember these days

Is there a spell I can say

To not miss these days?

I know I’ll miss these days

(Ba-da-da-da-da-dum)

(Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-dum)

(Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-da-da-dum)

(Dum-dum-dum, ba-dum, ba-ra-ba-ba)

When I turn 21

Will I like what I’ve become?

Will I be right at square one?

No bases run

Where will I be by May?

When I’m like my older one

60 years overrun

By kids and more than one

Will I still look at the sun?

And will I miss these days?

Will I miss these days?

Will I miss these days?

Will I remember these days?

Is there a spell I can say

To not miss these days?

I know I’ll miss these days

Will I remember these days?

Will I miss these days?

Will I remember these days?