Golden Days - Panic! At The Disco

I found a pile of Polaroids in the crates of a record shop

They were sexy, sexy looking back from a night that time forgot

(Ooh-oh) Boy, he was something, debonair in 1979

And she had Farrah Fawcett hair, carafes of blood red wine

In the summertime

In the summertime

Oh, don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade?

And the clock just makes the colors turn to grey

Forever younger, growing older just the same

All the memories that we make will never change

We’ll stay drunk, we’ll stay tan, let the love remain

And I swear that I’ll always paint you

Golden days

Golden days

Golden days

Golden days

I bet they met some diplomats on Bianca Jagger’s new yacht

With their caviar and dead cigars, the air was sauna hot

I bet they never even thought about the glitter dancing on the skin

The decades might’ve washed it out as the flashes popped like pins

In the summertime

In the summertime

Oh, don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade?

And the clock just makes the colors turn to grey

Forever younger, growing older just the same

All the memories that we make will never change

We’ll stay drunk, we’ll stay tan, let the love remain

And I swear that I’ll always paint you

Golden days

Golden days

Golden days

Golden days

Time can never break your heart, but it’ll take the pain away

Right now our future’s certain, I won’t let it fade away

Golden days

Golden days

Golden days

Golden days

Golden days

Golden days

Golden days

Golden days