Years Ago - Matt Walters
Those silver statues on the hill
There's children playing up there still
And the broken bottles on the train
Almost bought you back again
Those endless hours
Summers drenched in gold
It was years ago
It was years ago
Like bulls running through the street
Your fathers records on repeat
Your spanish eyes and perfect skin
You opened the door and let me in
And my widened eyes would never see the same
It was years ago
It was years ago
Yesterday i made a truce
The past and future have no use
I lost my faith until i found
Things have a way of coming 'round
But this vision of your house
Will keep me warm
It was years ago
It was years ago
It was years ago
It was years ago