My old friend
Need only speak your name
To summon a smile
I knew you when we had so much more in common
It’s been a while
Winter was cold the autumn was dire
Love has no meaning
Without desire
If we're gonna make it
We've got to set ourselves on fire
Something to believe in
To only be inspired
To torch it all to cinders to only build a fire
My old friend
We used to sharpen our blades on each other
For the fight we used to plead
With the f lame to ever only
Stay alight
Our backs are breaking
Beneath the weight
Some albatrosses
Some Aces and Eights
Our hearts are freezing beneath
Their tempered iron plates.
