I miss the good times
But all things must end
Old candles flicker
And old lovers become old friends
Like the wind
That winter brings
A cold heart will warm
And pa** come spring
Each night of dreaming
Ends, come dawn
You wake from dreaming
To find your dreams have gone
You spend your mornings
With somebody new
I spend my evenings
Forgetting you
Each night of dreaming
Ends, come dawn
You wake from dreaming
To find your dreams have gone
I only miss you
Each now and then
And I miss the good times
But all things must end
All records play out
And all things must end