Where did we get lost
When did we lose the way
Now I feel lonely wandering
Searching, wishing
I want to go back to August
When the love was young
When we were so much in love
There were more laughs than arguements
Yea - when we held each so tight
We were one
Yea - one
Yes one
The cold single
The empty cast off
The third wheel on date night
I want to go back to August
Back to August
When we said I love
Instead of good bye