If you grow tired of the friends you make
in case you mean to say something else
say they were the best of times you ever had
the best of times with the thoughtless kind
We dress conservatively at the best of times
prefer the shadows to the bright lights in the eyes
of the ones we love, the bright lights in the eyes of the ones we love
What we see, what we imagine the eyes tell us nothing
the bright lights in the eyes of the one we love will tell you
nothing except that you're the thoughtless kind
If you grow tired of the friends you make
never ever turn your back on them
say they were the best of times you ever had
the best of times with the thoughtless kind