I miss the good times but all things must end
Old candles flicker and old lovers become old friends
Like the wind that winter brings,
A cold heart will warm a path come spring
Each night a-dreaming, ends come down
You wake from dreaming, to find your dreams have gone
You spend your mornings with someone new
I spend my evenings forgetting you
Each night a-dreaming, ends come down
You wake from dreaming, to find your dreams have gone
I only miss you now and then
And I miss the good times, but all things must end
All records play out, and all things must end
