Friends,n i will keep you like trophies in my heart,nto remember how loneliness was a faded dream, on 219th street. nWe were more than just young, we were full of it.nAnd no-one could touch us, or take us in.nWatching the sunset from the roof,nwe planned our next adventure.nnI was nineteen and young, nthought I had it all figured out. nThe world was our oyster,nand we dove in to get the pearl out.nnNow we are swimming in memoriesnHow we wish we could go backnnI've got a sneaking suspicion,nthat hindsight only favors good vision,nbut I'm not one to complain,nwhen it's all I dream of.nWe were more than just useless and stupid kids,nThe music, it moved us, we shook our fistsnas we sang along, at the top of our lungsnnNow we are swimming in memoriesnHow we wish we could go backnWe hold the hope that someday we'll see the world again.nLike that, like that, like that,nnNow we are swimming in no memoriesnHow we wish we could go backnWe hold the hope that someday we'll see the world again.nLike that, like that,nOh, like that, like that.nYeah!