Marissa Nadler - Old Friends/Bookends lyrics
[Marissa Nadler - Old Friends/Bookends lyrics]
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blowin' through the grass
Falls on the round toes on 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 park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear
Time it was and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be i have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you