Seventeen (Thomas Gold Festival Mix)

There are time we'd like to leave behind
We break, we burn, we bruise
And there are times we'd like to keep in mind
That we try so hard not to lose
All these photographs
Take me back
Take me back, my friend
Photographs
Take me back
Take me back again

Here we are
Rollin' in the gold sand
Here we are
Dancing in the sea
Stole your daddy's car
And made out on the back seat
So here we are
That was you and me
Here we are...
Here we are

There's loves we'd like to bury deep
With scars and tears and lies
But there ain't nothing much I'd like to keep
Just days of you and I
Oh, all these photographs
Take me back
Take me back, my friend
Photographs
Take me back
Take me back again

Here we are
Rollin' in the gold sand
Here we are
Dancing in the sea
Stole your daddy's car
And made out on the back seat
So here we are
That was you and me
When we were 17