These Are The Days (Collett Jason)

How can we leave at a time like this? You know the ocean where the sun comes up Is different than the ocean Where the sun goes down These are the days That were never really meant to be won Wiggle your toes, can you feel your soul? Winter sun, you've been laying low Arrows and bows play in the cubicles Lord, I wish I was home Before you regret the days That were never really meant to won These are the days That were never really meant to be won Now that the day has passed away Here I remain true to you again The morning breaks, it must be fate Starting over with a big finish Once again these are the days That were never really meant to be won These are the days That were never really meant to be won