Springtime (Leatherface cover)

There's a little bit of springtime in the back of my mind,
That remembers when there was a time
when we danced and laughed an spent some time drinking wine,
and somewhere in there,
There's a little child without a thought,
without a doubt that every cloud is silver lined.
He is warm and everything is new,
and everything is clean and everything is free
and there were still so many things to see.
So many things still left to be.
You're a very small drop in the middle of a big sea
of high and mighty things.
Your fascination for larger than life,
Your brand new appetite, as though we'd invented it.
We danced.
There's a little bit of springtime in the back of my mind,
That remembers things, perhaps as they should've been,
rather than lies, rather than the cruelty,
That sometimes we were guilty of and as everyone knows,
We were only young and really couldn't have known.
We were very young and it's nice to know there's a place to go
and still so many things left to see.
You're a drop in the middle of a big sea of high and mighty things.
Your fascination for larger than life,
Your brand new appetite.
As though we'd invented it.
We danced.
It could be the longest time and I'll remember it.
You don't know what's in store, when we laugh.