Old Times' Sake - Josh Pyke

On the best day of your life

Your may turn and you might find there

The worst day

Hanging from the vine

There never were division lines

There never was a plan divine

We are one and the other all the time

From the first day of your life

Your may turn and you might find there

Your last day

Singing with a smile

The night like a lowered anvil comes

Pressing down like a hand upon

Within and without all along

I won’t bend, I won’t break

My heart on the old times' sake anymore

I won’t watch, I won’t wait

While you bury your love

I won’t bury my head in doubt again

Maybe there will come a time

To give up on vines that won’t climb

From their self cast shadows for the sun

And maybe it was love that let you down

Or maybe you’re a crying clown

We are one with the other

We’re abound