Four Years

You know

I used to lie since I was four

I have dreams but I ain't got courage

Had to take the title on my own

Back in my home where it was always calm

I'd wear my jeans to makes it a perfect Sunday

Oh there's nothing you can't overcome

I'm glad

Well I'm glad that you are back

But I'm sad you'll not be here on Monday

I don't know how much longer I could hold

On all the good times and the bad now forms a row

That goes straight to the land of hope

Where you feel like you're not alone

Hey

No one else can understand

Even your girlfriends they can't

It makes you keep coming back to your old friends

Hey

Everything seems to make sense

It hurts us when it is romance

Just smile and just pretend that you're not alone

When it doesn't feel like home

Where it doesn't feel like home

When it's home that you've been looking for

And now

It's almost four years of sing and shout

I should agree it was always Sunday

A great story to tell the crowd

And never bow the lies and cries that's in the script

I'm just a roll in your wicked dream

Where you direct I'll do the editing

Hey

No one else could understand

There's no such thing as second chance

When nothing seems to take control of what you do or where you go

Everything seems to make sense

It hurts us when it is romance

Just smile and keep on holding hands

Just carry on until the end

SMILE AND KEEP ON HOLDING HANDS

WE'LL CARRY ON UNTIL THE END

SMILE AND KEEP ON HOLDING HANDS

WE'LL CARRY ON UNTIL THE END