From the recording THOSE DAYS (devia)

studio release (rough mix)
recorded by Alex Theoret NYC, Brooklyn NY 2004
 
jim - guitars, voice
will becchina - bass
ben eriksen - drums
 
written 1994 Brooklyn NY
©(fitzgerald)

Lyrics

Those Days
 
Even this will drift and will all fade away
This lowered roof the sweat and fear
I know these things. I understand.
 
Bouquets of my love wilting
As straw on arid sand will be
And happiness hangs from a string for me
Now don’t you think I miss the days           
Oh, I miss those days
 
Words may never come, my love
As if we never began
Reduced to salt and sand
Those days
Oh, I miss those days
 
Time is, time is a lie
Life is a time to die
 
Tenderness a fluency of peace
Brought so low to feel the break
Cracks the backs of decency
Knowing we are no exception
Feel a fool to have believed
 
Ideals baby, can’t you see
They’ve taken them away from me and you
And we could never function as they do
Or how we used to
Oh, I miss those days
 
Time is, time is a lie
Life is a time to die
 
We could never be in this world
Purity has no place in this world
As everything decays upon the ways of this world
I feel love drained away
Oh, I miss those days
 
Time is, time is a lie
Life is a time to die
 
Oh, your eyes as deep as the sky
You swore would never die
You come on with the rain
You’re here and gone again
Thank god you’re lingering
Drip down my face leave tracks I can’t erase
Tell me how short life is so I can live again