These Should Be The Good Times - Joy Electric

Please be my ears

Come to me

I want you to know me

I wasn’t made for this life

And the way it owns me

Now as we grow old

Who are you?

Where am I?

These should be the good times

These should be the good times

Time makes a book marked for use

But soon we forget how

Hands strike a bell, strings are loosed

And the mountains crumble

What would need to be

For the good of our lives?

These should be the good times

These should be the good times

Now as we grow old

Who are you, and where am I?