Black champagne without the bubbles
Made it all the way from Stockholm
Wish I could go back and hold the porcelain
All of us around one table
Games that no one knew the name of
Hurts me so it′s in the past already
And I'm not unhappy, but I don′t feel real
Standing in front of what is now in picture frames
And I'm in good place, but I just can't reach
Over the thought that it won′t be like that again
Down grass slopes behind the lake house
Red knees and burning tree tops
Made friends with faces in the ceiling
All of us around one table
Black champagne, but how could I′ve known
Was too young to see the time was fleeding
And I'm not unhappy, but I don′t feel real
Standing in front of what is now in picture frames
And I'm in good place, but I just can′t reach
Over the thought that it won't be like that again
Be like that again
Oh
