Times Like These

[Verse] Past is a postcard left unsent Memories crammed in the attic spent Holding the echoes of our old lament Dancing in shadows where our nights went [Chorus] Here in the now we write the story Flipping the script in all our glory Casting away our allegory Living golden not chasing quarry [Verse] Present a canvas stark and bold Paint splatters where our tales unfold Lines not drawn but stories retold In moments that turn our hearts to gold [Chorus] Here in the now we write the story Flipping the script in all our glory Casting away our allegory Living golden not chasing quarry [Bridge] Future a dreamscape yet unseen Stars in the sky a movie screen Chasing the light with hearts of teens Lost in the wonder of what it means [Chorus] Here in the now we write the story Flipping the script in all our glory Casting away our allegory Living golden not chasing quarry