作曲 : Martin
Where do minutes of the past go 
When the hands of clocks have passed?
You ask “Are you troubled much?”
I say “It's like when we were young”
Write your last paragraph
Memories of life
Oh oh oh 
oh oh oh
Oh oh
I've resolved not to insist
On whether I can weather this
Winter aged us like the paint
That gathers by the window pane