Beirut - Postcards from Italy lyrics
[Beirut - Postcards from Italy lyrics]
The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow
With rain and snow were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had
Had to go never to go
The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
At those who, those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times
And I will love to see that day
Her day is mine
When she will marry me outside
With the willow trees
And play the songs we made they made me so
And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine
Oh, when the wind would blow
With rain and snow were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had
Had to go never to go
The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
At those who, those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times
And I will love to see that day
Her day is mine
When she will marry me outside
With the willow trees
And play the songs we made they made me so
And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine
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