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. [[Category:Christian_Ska]]

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