Only The Old Songs

Bread and roses, bread and roses
From endless winter something pokes
Its head out of the darkness to the sun
I was crying while I wrote this song
Don't sue me if I get it wrong
Me? I'm just missing everyone

Oh my friend, I must admit
It's been a year of slowly going through the shit
A year of hoping and just holding on...

And oh, I know everything must change
Nothing lasts forever, nothing stays the same
But I look outside the window and the world it looks so strange
And only the old songs sound the same

Curtains down in empty halls
The sound of silence drapes the walls
Where do the people go, where do they go?
We go to sleep and dream of things
Like beauty and we wait for spring
And when she comes, well then, we'll know

Yeah we saw it going down
Walking through the lonely, empty, shuttered towns
All the places that we used go...

And oh, I know everything must change
Nothing lasts forever, nothing stays the same
But I look outside the window and the world it looks so strange
And only the old songs sound the same
Only the old songs sound the same

Only the old songs sound the same