New Town
Nostalgic Echoes: Saint Tomorrow's New Town Chronicles Youth's Unforgettable Moments
Lyrics
It's these late nights with my friends
Reflecting on memorable late nights spent with friends.
That I'll remember when it's ended
Anticipating the lasting impact of these moments even after they end.
And it's these cold nights
Describing cold nights outside a friend's house.
Outside my friend's house
Highlighting the significance of the location.
I'll never forget them
Expressing the unforgettable nature of those nights.
It's the place I met the first girl that I've loved
Recalling the place where the singer met their first love.
Where me and my friends stay out too late
Describing the habit of staying out late and drinking with friends.
And drink too much
Acknowledging excessive indulgence in late-night activities.
And as the smell of smoke fades
Noting the lingering scent of smoke on clothes.
From all of my old clothes
Describing the aftermath of the night's activities.
It's just everything I'll miss
Expressing nostalgia for everything associated with those moments.
As I grow old
Recognizing the inevitable feelings of loss as one ages.
All I've left is memories
Reflecting on the enduring impact of memories.
Of When we were seventeen
Recalling a specific age (seventeen) associated with those memories.
It was just never meant to be
Expressing a sense of missed opportunities or unfulfilled expectations.
It all ends eventually
Acknowledging the inevitability of endings.
It's the place I met the first girl that I've loved
Reiterating the place where the singer met their first love.
Where me and my friends stay out too late
Reemphasizing the pattern of staying out late and excessive drinking.
And drink too much
Highlighting the camaraderie with friends in these moments.
And as the smell of smoke fades
Repeating the fading scent of smoke on clothes.
From all of my old clothes
Echoing the sentiment of missing everything associated with the past.
It's just everything I'll miss
Expressing the ongoing impact of these memories as one ages.
As I grow old
Reiterating the theme of nostalgia and the passage of time.
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