Only a madman
would think of the future at a
time like this, When sometimes
it's like we never
managed to survive the past
or make something that's built to last
The years cascading by,
and a lie
that it was so much easier back then
Now the lines of grey fade from the wall and
it's just so hard to take it all
But don't forget that these days,
well, somebody they will be the old days
The gold days that will fade away
from the seasons and tides
And when it's all gone,
the lights have dissipated
and the black jeans have all faded
This is all that's left behind
I'm walking coastlines
that even the ghosts fear to roam
This is the last line
of the last song that I ever wrote.
I'm walking coastlines
that even the ghosts fear to roam
This is the last line
of the last song that I ever wrote.