The Failing Song Lyrics

Matt Elliott The Failing Song

As youths we used to talk at night
Of joys that life was going to bring our way
& The failures of our forebears
Were as clear to us as the cold light of day
But now these days are dead & gone
& The future that we had is now the past
& It's cobwebs that we cling to
Our aspirations turned to ashes in our hands