So I hope you'll keep these memories
In a diary
On the nightstand, by your bed.
A long detailed anthology
Of all the mysteries
Locked away inside your head.
Because it looks like I'll miss this
Another Christmas, another birthday, another round.
One more summer, one more season, one more winter without a sound.
CHORUS
Write it, write it, write it down
I will read it when the days don't look so bad
Write it, write it, write it down
It's the story of a 1000 seasons' past
So now we have all this technology to send apologies
That just swim inside our heads
Our words are bouncing off the satellites
Through the lonely nights
Landing right inside our hands.
The words are not as romantic, as they cross the Atlantic
In some virtual cry for help
Spend one more summer, one more season, one more winter by yourself.
CHORUS
Write it, write it, write it down
I will read it when the days don't look so bad
Write it, write it, write it down
It's the story of a 1000 seasons' past
Ooh-ooh. Aah-Aah.
Ooh-ooh. Aah-Aah.
Ooh-ooh.
The words are not as romantic, as they cross the Atlantic
In some virtual cry for help.
So,
CHORUS
Write it, write it, write it down
I will read it when the days don't look so bad
Write it, write it, write it down
It's the story of a 1000 seasons' past
CHORUS
Write it, write it, write it down
I will read it when the days don't look so bad
Write it, write it, write it down
It's the story of a 1000 seasons' past
Ooh-Ooh. Ooh-Ooh. Ooh-Ooh.
In a diary
On the nightstand, by your bed.
A long detailed anthology
Of all the mysteries
Locked away inside your head.
Because it looks like I'll miss this
Another Christmas, another birthday, another round.
One more summer, one more season, one more winter without a sound.
CHORUS
Write it, write it, write it down
I will read it when the days don't look so bad
Write it, write it, write it down
It's the story of a 1000 seasons' past
So now we have all this technology to send apologies
That just swim inside our heads
Our words are bouncing off the satellites
Through the lonely nights
Landing right inside our hands.
The words are not as romantic, as they cross the Atlantic
In some virtual cry for help
Spend one more summer, one more season, one more winter by yourself.
CHORUS
Write it, write it, write it down
I will read it when the days don't look so bad
Write it, write it, write it down
It's the story of a 1000 seasons' past
Ooh-ooh. Aah-Aah.
Ooh-ooh. Aah-Aah.
Ooh-ooh.
The words are not as romantic, as they cross the Atlantic
In some virtual cry for help.
So,
CHORUS
Write it, write it, write it down
I will read it when the days don't look so bad
Write it, write it, write it down
It's the story of a 1000 seasons' past
CHORUS
Write it, write it, write it down
I will read it when the days don't look so bad
Write it, write it, write it down
It's the story of a 1000 seasons' past
Ooh-Ooh. Ooh-Ooh. Ooh-Ooh.