These Should Be The Good Times (Unelectric Album Version)

Please be my ears, come to me

I want you to know me

I wasn't made for this life

And the way that it owns me

Now as we grow old

Who are you?

Where am I?

This should be the good times

This should be the good times

This should be the good times

This should be the good times

This should be the good times

Time makes a book, marked for use

But soon we forget how

Hands strike a bell, strings are loosed

And the mountains crumble

What would need to be

For the birth of our lives?

This should be the good times

This should be the good times

This should be the good times

This should be the good times

This should be the good times

Now as we grow old

Who are you?

Where am I?

This should be the good times

This should be the good times

This should be the good times

This should be the good times

This should be the good times

This should be the good times

This should be the good times

This should be the good times

This should be the good times