A Sale Of Two Souls Lyrics

	The sun is hanging low now and the nights are drawing in
	Everywhere I go are signs of autumn — the air seems thin
	A new ache in a muscle, a new crack in some bone
	Another word that just enters the new language on its own... innit?
	And I fail, every time I lose the trail, every time the paper-chase of this new race
	Leads me into some darkened place, I flap my hands in effort to keep up
	A new band on the TV, with, oh-so familiar sound!
	That echoes things and sentiments I liked before, — first time around
	And I fail, every time I touch the braille, every time I run my fingers 'cross the words
	I cannot read, the dots are blurred, there's nothing you can write that I can feel
	Age! — creeping on me like rampage, carving lines upon my face
	The fast distorting youth, the sunken eyes, the broken tooth,
	The shadows of reflections I once knew
	Old? — Not quite yet there, but I'm told days get shorter as you
	Mould them to your respective needs, shrinking as your life blood bleeds
	Into someone else's system, or their veins.
	HOLD ON!!! for a moment! — the sky's as blue as when I was young!
	And I've as much right to play there as the young guys
	Beneath a billion-year-old sun.
	And I still have my fingers, and they still push the keys
	'Cos everyone I know got older... at the same rate as me
	There are only two of me
	One's lost in 1973, with faded loons and pom-pom hat, an afghan, C.N.D. and all that
	Peace and Love and Rock and Roll.

	The sun is hanging low now and the nights are drawing in
	Everywhere I go are signs of autumn the air seems thin
	A new ache in a muscle, a new crack in some bone
	Another word that just enters the new language on its own... innit?
	And I fail, every time I lose the trail, every time the paperchase of this new race
	Leads me into some darkened place, I flap my hands in effort to keep up
	A new band on the TV, with, ohso familiar sound!
	That echoes things and sentiments I liked before, first time around
	And I fail, every time I touch the braille, every time I run my fingers ' cross the words
	I cannot read, the dots are blurred, there' s nothing you can write that I can feel
	Age! creeping on me like rampage, carving lines upon my face
	The fast distorting youth, the sunken eyes, the broken tooth,
	The shadows of reflections I once knew
	Old? Not quite yet there, but I' m told days get shorter as you
	Mould them to your respective needs, shrinking as your life blood bleeds
	Into someone else' s system, or their veins.
	HOLD ON!!! for a moment! the sky' s as blue as when I was young!
	And I' ve as much right to play there as the young guys
	Beneath a billionyearold sun.
	And I still have my fingers, and they still push the keys
	' Cos everyone I know got older... at the same rate as me
	There are only two of me
	One' s lost in 1973, with faded loons and pompom hat, an afghan, C. N. D. and all that
	Peace and Love and Rock and Roll.

	The sun is hanging low now and the nights are drawing in
	Everywhere I go are signs of autumn the air seems thin
	A new ache in a muscle, a new crack in some bone
	Another word that just enters the new language on its own... innit?
	And I fail, every time I lose the trail, every time the paperchase of this new race
	Leads me into some darkened place, I flap my hands in effort to keep up
	A new band on the TV, with, ohso familiar sound!
	That echoes things and sentiments I liked before, first time around
	And I fail, every time I touch the braille, every time I run my fingers ' cross the words
	I cannot read, the dots are blurred, there' s nothing you can write that I can feel
	Age! creeping on me like rampage, carving lines upon my face
	The fast distorting youth, the sunken eyes, the broken tooth,
	The shadows of reflections I once knew
	Old? Not quite yet there, but I' m told days get shorter as you
	Mould them to your respective needs, shrinking as your life blood bleeds
	Into someone else' s system, or their veins.
	HOLD ON!!! for a moment! the sky' s as blue as when I was young!
	And I' ve as much right to play there as the young guys
	Beneath a billionyearold sun.
	And I still have my fingers, and they still push the keys
	' Cos everyone I know got older... at the same rate as me
	There are only two of me
	One' s lost in 1973, with faded loons and pompom hat, an afghan, C. N. D. and all that
	Peace and Love and Rock and Roll.

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