Testo Old Times' Sake

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