Hey brother, do you remember when
We used to play outdoors

'Till the light was absorbed by the night.
Hey brother, it was an innocent time.
We used to laugh ‘till we cried,
Were still boys on the inside.
(I wanna do it again)

First time staying out all night.
Last time that we got away with lies.
I can hear it in the back of my mind.
Over and over again.
(I wanna do it again)

Late nights and early lights.
Never thought it would come to a goodbye.
I replay it in the back of my mind
Over and over again.
(I wanna do it again)

La la la, la la la la la
La la la la la
(I wanna do it again)

Hey lover, do you remember when
We would dance in your apartment
'Till neighbors would knock on your door?
And I remember, do you remember when
We had no money to speak of,
No where else to eat but your floor.
(I wanna do it again)

First time staying out all night.
Last time you would look me in the eyes.
I can see them in the back of my mind.
Over and over again.
(I wanna do it again)

Late nights all entwined.
Made a promise to never say goodbye.
I replay it in the back of my mind
Over and over again.

Are those days gone forever.
Wonder if we’re gonna ever.
See all our younglife friends that we made again.
Have we all lost connection?
Life pulls in all directions.
Memories bring us back to where we’ve been.

(I wanna do it again)

The first time staying out all night.
The last time that we got away with lies.
We can hear it in the back of our minds
Over and over again.
(I wanna do it again)

Late nights and early lights.
Never thought it would come to a goodbye.
We replay it in the back of our minds.
Over and over and over.
(I wanna do it again)


Christian · Milligan · Walker · Anberlin

Behind the Song:
'My friend Dorian, my brother Paul, and I trounced through some woods in Central Michigan, I had driven up there to see my niece who had just been born. We started talking about how we wished we were kids again; to be that carefree again, where every day seemed to be an adventure seemed like such an amazing thing to do over again.

The second part of the song is the story of the inception of my life with the one; I spent 60 dollars trying to make her homemade indian food. It was horrible, we ended up eating what was salvageable on her bare St. Petersburg apartment floor. I want to do it again.

Her neighbors hated us.

I stole the beat of this song from Training for Utopia’s ‘New York City is Overrated”' - Stephen Christian