There are times we´d like to leave behind
We break, we burn, we bruise
And there are times we´d like to keep in mind
That we try so hard not to lose

All these photographs
Take me back
Take me back, my friend
Photographs
Take me back
Take me back again

Here we are
Rollin´ in the gold sand
Here we are
Dancing in the sea
Stole your daddy´s car
And made out on the back seat
So here we are
That was you and me
When we were 17
When we were 17

There´s loves we´d like to bury deep
With scars and tears and lies
But there ain´t nothing much I´d like to keep
Just days of you and I

Oh, all these photographs
Take me back
Take me back, my friend
These photographs
Take me back
Take me back again

Here we are
Rollin´ in the gold sand
Here we are
Just dancing in the sea
Stole your daddy´s car
And made out on the back seat

Here we are
Yeah, that was you and me
When we were 17
When we were 17

When we were 17
We didn´t care for nothing
We didn´t care at all
Should have seen it coming
Summer always turns to fall
We were young and foolish
Singing songs and getting high
I wonder what ya doing now
D´ya think of me sometimes?
Ayy-ayy-ayy

Here we are
Rollin´ in the gold sand

Here we are
Just dancing in the sea
Stole your daddy´s car
And made out on the back seat
Here we are
Yeah, that was you and me
When we were 17
When we were 17
Here we are
Rollin´ in the gold sand
Here we are
Just dancing in the sea
Stole your daddy´s car
And made out on the back seat
Here we are
Yeah, that was you and me
When we were 17