Matt Elliott - The Failing Songs | Текст песни

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As youths we used to talk at night
Of the joys that life was going to bring our way
& The failures of our forebears
Were as clear to us as the cold light of day
But now those days are dead & gone
& The future that we had is now the past
& It's cobwebs that we cling to
Our aspirations turned to ashes in our hands