Looking out on these back streets that you brought me,    All I see has been bought, kept for safety,    Trade the rift of the change for the landing,    Save the light for the few that's left standing.         Chorus:   You tried to tell me   these are the good times,    Guess we'll find out   Down the line, down the line      Walking out used to be so easy   Close the door while the light was still fading   But those times seem to fade into memories   And bring us here while those streets are left sleeping      Chorus      It's what we left behind.    It's what we found inside   So what is on your mind   Now that we're wasted, and sitting on top of the world   Sitting on top of the world   Sitting on top of the world   Sitting on top of the world   Sitting on top of the world