I spent four months traveling paradise.
With a look of gaze and a wonder in my eyes.
It was a time of love and a time of lust.
With scatters of lyrics and pictures of.
The places I may never see again.
And friendships that I hope will never end.
Across the pond Iâll leave a piece of my heart.
Remember finish everything you start.
Because we all live in a passionate land full of graves.
Just shrink the world and everything is ok.
If we canât see the things.
That we donât understand then Iâll explain.
Because we all see change.
As nothing ever being the same.
And we were all lovers.
All passionate lovers.
And now this place we call our home.
Itâs taking the backseat.
And when we went down.
We went down together.
The group that we will always share.
Itâs everything Iâve always wanted.
So letâs paint a picture.
And what it is. Itâs what I miss.
This one goes out to all my friends.
And what Iâll leave behind.
A deeper part of me.
But all the while Iâve been creating a new history.
So smile and say you loved it.
Why not call an old friend.
Reminisce about your favorite moments.
And how you held your hands.
On the island that all made us sing and dance.
Because we all see change.