Old English - Older Things Lyrics
Oh black heart you failed againYou let a light shine in to cure a dull weekendOlder things, i let you winSeeing love as sin, a second-handed spinOh my love you’ve gained controlA panic ridden mind, a bullet-riddled soulHeavy hands you broke the roadYou couldn’t make it last between the highs and lowsAnd i’ll keep where the high beamsWon’t remind me of older thingsYour eyes speak but they won’t screamThat history is not repeatingOnly child you’re on your ownYour friends could not confessWhat they could not condoneOh these days it’s hard to knowA temporary spine from customary home