Old wood to burn
Old wine to drink
Old friends to trust
And old songs to sing
Ain't it funny now that one day we'll be old?
Something dying
Something new is born
I don't mind the time it takes to grow old
Old friends to talk
Old fires to die
Old thoughts that live
And new lives to cry
Something dying
Something new is born
There's a reason youth is wasted on the young
In every life a cloud has formed
And sold the rain
To stick your neck up once again
Get your hair wet whilst you can
In every life a cloud has formed
And sold the rain
To stick your neck up once again
Get your hair wet whilst you can
Old wood to burn
Old wine to drink
Old friends to trust
And old songs to sing
Ain't it funny now that one day we'll be old?
Something dying
Something new is born
In every life a cloud has formed
And sold the rain
To stick your neck up once again
Get your hair wet whilst you can
In every life a cloud has formed
And sold the rain
To stick your neck up once...