Old Friends

In the house where you lived
Where the wall in the garden’s fallen down
Something had to give
Yellow flowers in a frame
Tell the tale we don’t like to talk about
Not even your name
And all this rain
And left on a chair
There’s a memory I can’t think about
Not even your name
And all this rain
This rain
Sometimes I can remember that we smiled
Laughing through photographs
Two souls
I’ll be with you til the end
Quietly watching the years roll by
Old friends
In the house that you left
There’s a tear that we patched up perfectly
Keep catching this thread
And oh my faith you test
My faith it’s in shreads
Life spilled
Over the city that we built
Bridges and castles Cathedrals
History we knew so well
And here’s to the tale of the old friends
And the city that crumbled and fell