Sara Lov

Sara Lov - Old Friends lyrics

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Old friends, old friends
Sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends

Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends, memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Nettwerk

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Released in: 2009

Language: English

Cover from: Simon And Garfunkel

Appearing on: Seasoned Eyes Were Beaming (2009)

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