The Good Old Days Songtext
von Bob Spring

I woke up like this for so long
Hoping that one day it would change
But this dark melancholic dog won′t leave
Keeping my heart lock in chains

In dreams I can smell and I can taste
I can see that certain kind of light
Reminding me of the good old days

It's hard to spot a drop in a river
While everything would challenge my faith
And one day when I go over Jordan
My tears would wash away all the pain

In dreams I can go back to that place
I can hear your voice and clearly see your face
Longing and fading from life to the grave
Wishing back those good old days


Good to see you found a little luck
Hard to see us gone separate ways
And if there was a God, she would know I lost my heart
Back then in the good old days

When the past comes knocking at my door
Having no news for me
It makes me cry every once in a while
Like the pictures I pretend I didn′t want to find

In my dreams I look at myself
And I can see the fire in my eyes
Like I did in the good old days

Good to know you found a little luck
Still sometimes I feel so alone
And God, she knows well my heaven turned to hell
And burned my heart in the good old days

Nowadays I still wake up like this
I know that nothing's ever gonna change
Some things last a lifetime and they burnt
To my heart and into my soul


In my dreams I can smell and I can taste
I can see that certain kind of light
Hear your voice and clearly see your face
Like I did back then in the good old days