Текст песни Old Days - Christopher Cross

Old days, old ways
Things are not the same
Time frays my mind strings
The evanesce of the flame

Old days, old ways
Things are not the same
Time frays my mind strings
The evanesce of the flame

Slow fade, love convey
Bittersweet memories
Amends made, grateful praise
A voice amongst the trees

Old days, things are not the same
Old ways, things are not the same