Lyrics: Thomas Dybdahl
Music: Thomas Dybdahl
Honey, I told you
That these things never last
And one of these days now
You'll start dreaming of the past
When life was once too short for all the things
We'd do and the shots we'd call
And endless summer without a fall
When promises were meant to keep
And nighttime wasn't meant for sleep
A love story at its peak
Doesn't it feel good
To know that you've been loved?
And doesn't it make you
Laugh when you think of
The day when we all
Got lost on the old man's farm?
Just trying to get across
It was only then I knew what lovе was
Sunday mornings that never endеd
And hangovers that never mended
A love story at its peak
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
When life was once too short for all the things
We'd do and the shots we'd call
And endless summer without a fall
When promises were meant to keep
And nighttime wasn't meant for sleep
A love story at its peak