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 somebody 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
