Cold Years Testo

Cold years A saturday night jack-the-lad in a pointless fight, a charade In a moment of weakness Writes a letter he´ll never send to a woman who used to be a friend Time made the changes Funny how it goes, strange I suppose With the thought of another, she gave him a rose Somewhere in his room a souvenier, a plastic box with letters he got And pictures of Paris a night on the town is never enough to take away All the scars that he carries He still hears her laughing, like ghostly echoes His memory burns what the years took away. CHORUS: And he will ride these changes Arrive here clear and holy Why these changes, tell me where did you go in the cold years? In the back of a car in Italy, a pretty girl who´s a woman now Awash with déja vu Touches a moment lovingly and the past is written as heavenly In all loves illusions Funny how it goes A swollen river flows So muscular and free Going back to an ocean CHORUS: And she will ride these changes Arrive here clear and holy Why these changes, tell me where did you go in the cold years? They will ride these changes Arrive here clear and so holy Why these changes Why, why, tell me why these changes Arrives hear clean and holy Why these changes Tell me why oh why Why these changes Arrive here clear and so holy Why these changes Tell me where did you go in the cold years Oh tell me why these changes tell me why these why these changes Oh tell me why these changes Why tell me why Please tell me why these why these changes Why why oh why tell me why