We Used to Bach (We Used to Know / Bach Prelude C Major)

Whenever I get to feel this way

Try to find new words to say

I think about the bad old days

We used to know

Nights of winter turn me cold

Fears of dying, getting old

We ran the race, the race was won

By running slowly

Could be soon we'll cease to sound

Slowly upstairs, faster down

Then to revisit stony grounds

We used to know