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 sun
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 sevent70
Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:15.56]Old friends, old friends,
[00:23.18]Sat on their parkbench like bookends
[00:27.85]A newspaper blown through the grass
[00:31.55]Falls on the round toes
[00:34.54]of the high shoes of the old friends
[00:43.14]Old friends, winter companions, the old men
[00:52.18]Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
[00:56.36]The sounds of the city sifting through trees
[01:03.37]Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
[01:12.35]Can you imagine us years from today,
[01:19.37]Sharing a parkbench quietly
[01:23.12]How terribly strange to be sevent70
[01:27.41]Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
[01:38.24]Silently sharing the same fears
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 sun
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 sevent70
Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:15.56]Old friends, old friends,
[00:23.18]Sat on their parkbench like bookends
[00:27.85]A newspaper blown through the grass
[00:31.55]Falls on the round toes
[00:34.54]of the high shoes of the old friends
[00:43.14]Old friends, winter companions, the old men
[00:52.18]Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
[00:56.36]The sounds of the city sifting through trees
[01:03.37]Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
[01:12.35]Can you imagine us years from today,
[01:19.37]Sharing a parkbench quietly
[01:23.12]How terribly strange to be sevent70
[01:27.41]Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
[01:38.24]Silently sharing the same fears