those days are long gone now but feel so close inside and when i'm thinking about tomorrow i look back and hope they'll live again raise your voices to the bonds that were forming then test them out and taste the strength that binds them in again always knowing that in the ending you will look up and see me coming back again time has changed all the answers but not the questions and we're still asking just the same as we were asking then distance is not the object when i look back now I feel the meaning still remember places, remember faces remember moments and hope they'll live again it doesn't matter if we've passed with too much haste if we hurry now we'll make it up with time to waste suggest a meaning suggest a function you will look up and see me coming back again distance is not the object it is the subject and we're still asking