From the recording After Hours (2018)
Lyrics
Our old love didn’t die, it just left here to multiply
If by chance one day we should meet, while walking down the very same street
With new hope on our hip, no need for you to lose your grip, no need for me to lose my grip
Just smile and recognize how swiftly time it flies
Emotions quick to pass, nothing was meant to last, nothing was meant to last
We’re broken until we’re fixed, separate until it’s mixed, separate until we’re mixed
Our old love didn’t die, it just left here to multiply