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.
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.