Three years have passed
You don't seem to have much
To show for it all, what a relief.

Suppose we don’t care
Things are just worn out
They fade away
Faded away.

Why don't we just sit down
and go through the photographs?
I'm sure we’ll find
it wasn't that bad...

I'm feeling my years
And they’ve disappeared
beneath it all, you’re full of it all

there's more to say
your lies to get straight out
you might as well
just lay them out now, in front of me

I'm feeling my years
And they’ve disappeared
beneath it all, the rush of it all

the things in our way
these things they just break us
we might as well
just lay them out now, for all to see.

I'm feeling my years.