How did the days and nights leave us behind? Where are the years we dreamed to find? Why this sorrow, this quiet surrender? Whose dream is this? Who’s in the picture? Do I even remember?
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Years, oh years, Silver threads through my hair appear, Faded roses I hold near, Deep lines my face has come to wear.
Years, oh years, Why does the sun set in despair? Where are the days, once so fair? And where did you all disappear?
I can’t return, I can’t rewind, There’s no turn back, I’m out of time. I lived my life, fast and wild, Now I’m tired, I can’t rewind.
