Текст песни The Way Things Used To Be

Painted pictures and colored glasses
Burning hot like smoke and ashes
Deserted halls and empty walls
A memory of you recalls to me
The way things used to be

I love your letters and dried up flowers
Ticking clocks that pass the hours
Shadows here in the moonlight cast
Memories of a haunting past you left behind
For me
To find a melody

The way things used to be

Turn up the radio
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But even stronger now

Sing out the harmony
When will this hopeless dream
Ever set me free?

Sunday dinners, the table's set
Faces that you don't forget
I spilled the milk and shattered a plate
Reminds me of the stolen fate
So sad; it's too bad
That we lost what we had
Now everything that I see becomes
The way things used to be
The way things used to be

The way things used to be