Golden Days

I found a pile of Polaroids In the crates of a record shop They were s*xy, s*xy looking back From a night that time forgot, hmm Boy he was something debonair in 1979 And she had Farrah Fawcett hair Carafes of blood red wine, hmm In the summertime In the summertime Oh don't you wonder when the light begins to fade? And the clock just makes the colors turn to grey Forever younger growing older just the same All the memories that we make will never change We'll stay drunk, we'll stay tan, let the love remain And I swear that I'll always paint you Golden days! Golden days! Golden days! Golden days! I bet they met some diplomats on Bianca Jagger's new yacht With their caviar and dead cigars The air was sauna hot, hmm I bet they never even thought about The glitter dancing on the skin The decades might've washed it out As the flashes popped like pins, hmm In the summertime In the summertime Oh don't you wonder when the light begins to fade? And the clock just makes the colors turn to grey Forever younger growing older just the same All the memories that we make will never change We'll stay drunk, we'll stay tan, let the love remain And I swear that I'll always paint you Golden days! Golden days! Golden days! Golden days! Time can never break your heart But It'll take the pain away Right now our future's certain I won't let it fade away Golden days Golden days Golden days Golden days Golden days! Golden days! Golden days! Golden days! --- Golden Days - Panic! At the Disco