Testo When I'm Old

When I am old and grey and full of sleepAnd nodding by the fire, takin' down this bookAnd slowly read, and dream of the soft lookMy eyes had once, and of their shadows deepYou're isolatedYou're overratedYou're caught in a boxThat is closedHow many loved my moments of glad graceAnd loved my eyes with love false or trueBut one girl loved my soul and it was youThat loved the sorrows of my changing faceYou're isolatedYou're overratedYou're caught in a boxThat is closedAnd bending down beside the glowing barsMurmur, a little sadly, how love fledAnd paced upon the mountains overheadBut still my face amid a crowd of starsYou're isolatedYou're overratedYou're caught in a boxThat is closedYou're caught in a boxThat is closed