The failing song - Matt Elliott

Written by：Matt Elliott/Patricia Arquelles

As youths we used to talk at night

Of the joys that life was going to bring our way

And the failures of our forebears

Were as clear to us as the cold light of day

But now those days are dead and gone

And the future that we had is now the past

And it's cobwebs that we cling to

Our aspirations turned to ashes in our hands