The Boy is Back

When the touch of hand is cold
When your past, calls you back to the fold
When they look at you, just as they did, in the yore
Just you,just me, and a world, which sailed by us, our leading core

We, together, we'll shine on the neon lit stage
We, together, we'll live our story again, page by page
Hey babe, remember,when the flower crooned
Hey babe, remember, the boy, who comes back to your lonely room

Those were the days, my friend
These are the days, my friend
Their will be days, THE DAYS they will be, my friend
This much I know, from all my days, my friend

Ashu Kaushal