share the silence Finding comfort together The way old friends do And after fights and words of violence We make up with each other The way old friends
can share the silence Finding comfort together The way old friends do And after fights and words of violence We make up with each other The way old friends
Old friends And young ones All the angels and preachers became one And for this heaven we live in Reality may come in And as long as you feel and breath
Sure, they'll do But us, old friend What's to discuss, old friend Here's to us, who's like us Damn few Old friends No I mean old friends (Thanks to
walked on, And a gentle rain fell down on them. They found faith in the way things are and, The way things change, And they said goodbye like two old friends
Now (I) feel so angry I know I'd better calm down But this feeling's too strong I'm on my own My friends How did we get in this situation? Let's face
right now Last night a stranger took my picture and then he, uh.. He asked if I'd buy it, huh I said I guess I don't know how Old, old friends 4 sale
bookends. A newspaper blown though the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes Of the old friends. Old friends, Winter companions, The old
Like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes Of the old friends Old friends Winter companions The old
like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old
like bookends A newspaper blowin' through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old
I sweep alone Sweep the streets I used to own I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes Listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old
silence, finding comfort together the way old friends do. After fights and words of violence we make up with each other the way old friends do. Times
Old friends, new friends Home with the family We'll be together at Christmas Snowflakes, sleighbells Bringing back memories We'll be together at
bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes Of the old friends Old friends Winter companions, the old