The Good Old Days
I woke up like this for so long
Hoping that one day it would change
But this dark melancholic dog won't leave
Keeping my heart lock in chains
In dreams I can smell and I can taste
I can see that certain kind of light
Reminding me of the good old days
It's hard to spot a drop in a river
While everything would challenge my faith
And one day when I go over Jordan
My tears would wash away all the pain
In dreams I can go back to that place
I can hear your voice and clearly see your face
Longing and fading from life to the grave
Wishing back those good old days
Good to see you found a little luck
Hard to see us gone separate ways
And if there was a God, she would know I lost my heart
Back then in the good old days
When the past comes knocking at my door
Having no news for me
It makes me cry every once in a while
Like the pictures I pretend I didn't want to find
In my dreams I look at myself
And I can see the fire in my eyes
Like I did in the good old days
Good to know you found a little luck
Still sometimes I feel so alone
And God, she knows well my heaven turned to hell
And burned my heart in the good old days
Nowadays I still wake up like this
I know that nothing's ever gonna change
Some things last a lifetime and they burnt
To my heart and into my soul
In my dreams I can smell and I can taste
I can see that certain kind of light
Hear your voice and clearly see your face
Like I did back then in the good old days
Hoping that one day it would change
But this dark melancholic dog won't leave
Keeping my heart lock in chains
In dreams I can smell and I can taste
I can see that certain kind of light
Reminding me of the good old days
It's hard to spot a drop in a river
While everything would challenge my faith
And one day when I go over Jordan
My tears would wash away all the pain
In dreams I can go back to that place
I can hear your voice and clearly see your face
Longing and fading from life to the grave
Wishing back those good old days
Good to see you found a little luck
Hard to see us gone separate ways
And if there was a God, she would know I lost my heart
Back then in the good old days
When the past comes knocking at my door
Having no news for me
It makes me cry every once in a while
Like the pictures I pretend I didn't want to find
In my dreams I look at myself
And I can see the fire in my eyes
Like I did in the good old days
Good to know you found a little luck
Still sometimes I feel so alone
And God, she knows well my heaven turned to hell
And burned my heart in the good old days
Nowadays I still wake up like this
I know that nothing's ever gonna change
Some things last a lifetime and they burnt
To my heart and into my soul
In my dreams I can smell and I can taste
I can see that certain kind of light
Hear your voice and clearly see your face
Like I did back then in the good old days
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Writer(s): Bob Spring
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