Saw my reflection in the mirror today
I didn't look that much like me
The doctor said it's all a phase in life
That every sound just seems to quiet
That every muscle feels worn and tired
The older I get
The less I've got left to say
Cause the start has an end
With lesser unknown
The more all turns out like grey
There is a flat now where our garden used to be
We'd lie down under the birch trees
Hey Rosey now the only flowers that you see
Are the ones laid at your feat
The older I get
The less I've got left to say
Cause the start has an end
With lesser unknown
The more all turns out like grey