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
Mhm...
Boy, he was something debonair in 1979
And she had Farrah Fawcett hair
Carafes of blood red wine
Mhm...
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
Mhm...
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
Mhm...
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
Golden Days Lyrics performed by Panic At The Disco are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Golden Days Lyrics performed by Panic At The Disco is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD