The Good Days

The pistons have grown silent
My friends are long gone
Just who the hell do you think you are?
Have you ever built a thing?
This used to be my city
This used to be my town
Now everyone's a stranger
Will hell mend you now?
This used to be my dear green place
This used to be mine
I remember music
I remember it was warm
And everyone was smiling
And spinning round and round
And she wore a white dress
A white ribbon in her hair
Swirling like a pirouette
I can't remember her face
This used to be my dear green place
Well thank God for the good days



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Mcmanus
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