Step back,
Stop the world,
Stop the time,
It's always running.
Trying to catch my breathe,
Just trying to take it in.
Unfold then calculate,
Concentrate and reach for something.

Here's to good times,
The bad times.
The times that could have been.
To the wrong times,
The right times,
I know we'll breathe again.
Until then, until then ...

Supposing we got older,
Supposing we'd began,
Supposing I stopped running,
And could begin again.
Supposing that we made it,
I'm never looking back,
I'm never looking back.

The hardest part of letting go,
Not easy to believe.
And sometimes you just never know,
Gets harder to perceive.
You're gone,
Long gone.

Supposing we got older,
Supposing we'd began,
Supposing I stopped running,
And could begin again.
Supposing that we made it,
I'm never looking back,
I'm never looking back.

I know you can see it now,
Can't feel it after all.
Seems its us versus time,
Think we made up our minds.
All that is left is just a scene.

Supposing we got older,
Supposing we'd began,
Supposing I stopped running,
And could begin again.
Supposing that we made it,
I'm never looking back,
I'm never looking back. (x2)

Here's to the good times,
The bad times,
The times that could have been.