Once upon a time you and I when we were green and easy, fresh as limes and happy as a sunday sky. There was nothing we could sell or buy cause all we really needed was our bare feet and a pair of wings to fly. What do you think, darling? Have we lived too much, too fast? And have you have you felt melancholy, darling, wishing that time hadn't passed? Can you tell me how it used to be? Have we missed our chance? Have we changed our hopes for fears and our dreams for plans? Can you tell me how it used to be when we really cared and when love was on our side? I remember all the times before when we could spend our living staring at the ceiling, lying on the floor. My vocabulary wasn't broad, I spoke so little English that the word "stress" would sound like something odd. What is your guess, darling? What is your guess, darling? What is your guess, darling? What is your guess, darling? What is your guess, darling? What is your guess, darling? What is your guess, darling? What is your guess, darling? What is your guess, darling?