Young lovers, without much   Save each other, isn't that enough?   Paint the future, a little day by day   Making plans with no regard for what might come our way      This cup fills up so quickly   There's so much on our plate   Between the living and the learning   Some things must wait      So we never got to Paris   And found the café of our dreams   But our table holds a whole world of memories   No, we never went to Venice   And strolled the streets alone   But we built our worlds together and we got the best of both      There's still wonder in our eyes   But we see each other in a different light   Yet the future isn't always clear   Now the question is where do we go from here      This cup filled up so quickly   There's too much on our plate   Between the living and the dying   Some things must wait      So we never got to Paris   And found the café of our dreams   But our table holds a whole world of memories   No, we never went to Venice   And strolled the streets alone   But we built our worlds together and we got the best of both      This cup filled up so quickly   There's too much on our plate   Between the living and the dying   Some things must wait      So we never got to Paris   And found the café of our dreams   But our table holds a whole wide world of memories   No, we never went to Venice   And strolled the streets alone   But we built our worlds together and we got the best      We may never get to Paris   And find the café of our dreams   But our table still will hold a world of memories   If we never get to Venice   And roam the streets alone   We'll hold our worlds together   And we'll keep the best of both