When we grow tired of the friends we make In case we mean to say something else Say they were the best of times we ever had The best of times were the thoughtless kind We dress conservatively at the best of times Prefer the shadows to the bright lights in your eyes Of the ones you love, the bright lights in the eyes of the one you love What we see, what we imagine, the eyes tell us nothing The bright lights in the eyes of the one we love will tell us nothing Like the scars of imagination, the scars of imagination The bright lights in the eyes of the ones we love will tell us nothing Except that we're the thoughtless kind So if you grow tired of the friends you make Never ever turn your back on them Say they were the best of times you ever had The best of times were the thoughtless kind