When we get home i know we wont be home at all 
this place we live 
it is not where we belong 
and i miss who we were 
and the town we could call our own 
going back to get away after everything has changed 
everything has changed 

so we stand here now 
and no one knows us at all 
i wont get used to this 
i wont get used to being gone 
and going back wont feel the same if we arent staying 
and going back to get away after everything has changed 
everything has changed 

its taking up our time again 
go back we cant, go back at all 
its taking up our time again 
go back we cant, go back at all 

its taking up our time 

cause you remind me of a time 
when we were so alive 
do you remember that? 
do you remember that?