Switchfoot, Souvenirs

"Here’s to the twilight, here’s to the memories. These are my souvenirs. My mental pictures of everything. Here’s to the late nights, here’s to the firelight. These are my souvenirs. I close my eyes and go back in time. I can see you’re smiling, you’re so alive. We were so young, we had no fear. We were so young, we had no idea that life was just happening. Here’s to your bright eyes, shining like fireflies. These are my souvenirs, the memory of a lifetime. We were wide-eyed with everything, everything around us. We were enlightened by everything, everything...I wouldn’t trade it for anything, my souvenirs."