Old New Times

When we were kids, my brother and I started to dream
We wanted to fly, through the skies and maybe to space
Paper planes, we used to make for flying around
But in our heads, we used to feel it like real ones

Those old times were the best of our lives
Those old times with no worries in life

When we were teens, my brother and I wanted to sing
We started a band, in the house and maybe with friends
Fake guitars, we used to make out of old brooms
But in our heads, we used to feel it like the real ones

Those old times were the best of our lives
Those old times with no worries in life

When we grew up, my brother and I wanted a job
Real planes, now we fly all over the world
When we were kids, we wanted to play in a band
Now we play, our music all over the place

These new times are the best of our lives
These new times with no worries in life

Now we’re grown men
But we still feel like two kids

These new times are the best of our lives
These new times with no worries in life

These new times are the best of our lives
These new times with no worries in life