This goes deeper than we'll ever know
Things were never like those good old days
Better a bad day being free
Than living your finest hour in chains
Can you see that the stars are out tonight, my dear?
Hold your head high and have no fear

Days go by, subtle changes
We work and play, rearranging the order of the way we spend our time
Waves lap against the shore
Until you can see the sand no more
And I know by now these things take their time
I've got a feeling we will be fine

Thinks he knows more than I ever will
Never read a book in all his days
Ignorant to his own ignorance
Regurgitate their words to fan those flames
Can you see that the stars are out tonight, my friend?
Go find me some logic, come talk to me then

Days go by, subtle changes
We work and play, rearranging the order of the way we spend our time
Waves lap against the shore
Until you can see the sand no more
And I know by now these things take their time
I've got a feeling we will be fine

The cynical few get me down and I listen on as they make their row
And smile to myself at the things they say
We pound these streets in our worn out shoes, though it seems good hearts only ever lose
With the truth exchanged for fear and darker days
We all bow down to our TV screens, this is nothing at all like I thought it would be
Sometimes it hard to tilt your head to face a clearer sky
I will judge this town by the things I see, not by tabloid news and shit TV
I'll always try to see through my own eyes
I've got a feeling we will be fine
We'll be fine

These are the good old days

All those neon lights wash over me
Through the dark I strain my eyes to see
Those lights wash over me
I feel pavement beneath tired feet
As I wander through these poorly lit streets
Over the cracked concrete
The time that has passed has changed things love
These things help to kill my mind
Slowly the details fade my love
And I still don't understand why, as these days roll by

Mad strangers rant in empty bars
And talk of who'll be first to fall
The first against the wall
Taxi drivers talk amongst themselves
Waiting for some drunk to take home
They drive away alone
The time that has passed has changed things love
These things help to kill my mind
Slowly the details fade my love
And I still don't understand why, as these days roll by

These days I move in circles
Between my job, my favourite pub and my bed
If only for a little while
I'll take anything, just something else instead

She puts the pretty glass in her handbag
In a short skirt she feels the cold
But won't admit she's getting old
Though tomorrow her problems remain
Sometimes it doesn't hurt to delay
To take the brain away
The time that has passed has changed things love
These things help to kill my mind
Slowly the details fade my love
And I still don't understand why, as these days roll by

Under this enticing sky, this indigo night I know what I must find
I leave my life behind, abandon all that I desire, float on into the night