Music: Syd Matters/Jonathan Morali
These old feelings passing over our heads
Coloring the days strangely, coming through in waves
Pushing me down to the dark places
(Where) I don't want to fall back
I don't want to climb my way up freezing in the dark
It's making me sad and happy in a state of confusion
Take it as an invitation to finally play
Many years in the making
And for what ? You might be asking
After all and everything
The words, the light, where do I start ?
The broken heart, the holy path
The unborn child, where do I start ?
Where do I stop? The fading hope
I must confess I wasn't sure we'd find ways to cope
With your voice fading and your weary eyes
Should I keep talking slowly should I improvise?
Should we keep on walking, should we start to run?
Are we already late, is it already gone?
These old feelings they keep passing me by
It's like half a dream and half a lie
And after many years in the making, here I sing