Songtexte
Growing
old,
watching
silver
turn
to
gold
Snowing
cold,
why
aren't
you
here
for
me
to
hold?
In
a
dream
somewhere
finding
my
way
home
Then
a
change
of
scene
The
rest
took
place
in
Ancient
Rome
Was
I
a
king?
Pretty
ladies
all
around
I
gave
one
a
ring
So
satisfied
in
who
we
found
Didn't
make
much
sense
But
we
loved
to
do
our
thing
Behind
her
fence
And
behind
her
little
silver
ring
That
turned
to
gold
That
turned
to
gold
Growing
old,
watching
silver
turn
to
gold
Snowing
cold,
why
aren't
you
here
for
me
to
hold
Didn't
make
much
sense
But
we
loved
to
do
our
thing
Behind
her
fence
And
behind
her
little
silver
ring
That
turned
to
gold
That
turned
to
gold
1 Playground
2 Nitrous Fall
3 Smile for the Camera
4 Prophet of Doom
5 Darkside
6 The Last Drag
7 Little Silver Ring
8 Everytime
9 Still Water
10 Eatonville
11 The Streets in the Rain
12 When the Day Is Done
13 Taxi
14 Carry On
15 Conquistador
16 Misery
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