Lyrics: Leon Majcen
Music: Leon Majcen
The kids are running around, climbing the trees
Picking the flowers and chasing the bees
Living off bread and homemade wine is gonna be fine by me
We've been staying inside for quite some time
Living on the edges of a world gone by
We lost Bill Withers and we lost John Prine
We're picking up the pieces of a world gone by
In a world gone by
In a world gone by
Picking up the pieces and staring at a ceiling of a clear blue sky
In a world gone by
In a world gone by
Looking at the evidence, running out of medicine
Everybody's crying and it's leaving us dry
They say there's two more days till the end of this phase
Till everything is fine and is going away
But we all know that's a goddamn lie
We're picking up the pieces of a world gone by
And it's been three months of hearing nothing but lies
The politician gambles while the old man dies
We're losing our breath and we're losing our pride
The politician gambles while the old man dies
While the old man dies
While the old man dies
Thinking with the hairs that stand on our backs
When our throats get dry
In a world gone by
In a world gone by
Looking at the evidence, running out of medicine
Everybody's crying and it's leaving us dry
Looking at the evidence, running out of medicine
Everybody's crying and it's leaving us dry