كلمات Time

I was wrong To say, I wouldn't change a thing 'Cause in the story of our lives The best of times Through colour glass Time goes on enough To let me move on past But every little now and then It creeps on back to shade my smile I was wrong To say I wouldn't change a thing 'Cause in the story of our lives The best of times Through colour glass Time goes on enough To let me move on past But every little now and then It creeps on back to shade my smile