Word is out, it's a cold and a cruel reminder This could be the song of our last embrace Time, goes by, and the kids are getting older Did we age? Counting lines on our face They won't find the key To live eternally Down here It feels, when the sun's down, the best years, the best years
When I look around, the best years, the best years Us two, no sound, the best years Turn a page, every day, shorter than the last Some are wasting time, praying for a reprise Getting on, we decay, and we feel for the past Nostalgia is a common disease