Remembering old and new
As if it was to bring good news
Dear new me
Let explosions
Repel the sins of another year
Put your feed in the sand
Now time is fed with new fears of loss
And old dreams of reconciliation
A father's absence
Sweet summers fall
A busy mother still waiting for a call
Remembering old and new
As if it was to bring good news
Remembering old and new
As if it was to bring good news
Remembering old and new
As if it was to bring good news
Remembering old and new
As if it was to bring good news
Remembering old and new
As if it was to bring good news