Tales of the old Of the secrets we hold I want to be well Lucky to even feel Love, at all Words run like a race And maybe I spoke to late You try and erase Every memory, every shape But I host them in place Tales of the old Of the secrets we hold I want to be well And maybe I've never feel Love at all It's the song that everyone sings It's the song that everyone sings It's the song that everyone sings Where have I gone And where have you gone Take me back to summer time Endless love and endless wine I want you, I want you Take me back to summer time Endless love and endless wine I want you, I want you