Outros tempos

The air is filled with light
There's not a soul in sight
And all we can hear is the sound of our own voices

We remember good old days
And strangely, in some ways
Things haven't changed at all

Our talks are still the same
Trying to keep life into frame
Talking about love, and friends, and pain

Just our eyes betray the sorrow
Of the trust we only borrow
'Cause we're too affraid to fall

But when friendship is for real
Then all those doubts you feel
Don't matter, nothing at all

So, sit back and have a smoke
We'll laugh and bullshit a while
'Cause life's just God's big joke
You should take it with a smile