Lyrics
Whenever i get to feel this way, by running slowly
but for your own sake remember times
we used to know
Saving up the birds in hand, saving up the birds in hand, slowly upstairs
We used to know, giving way to fruitful years
By running slowly, take what we can before the man
slowly upstairs
Best of luck in what you find, while in the bush the others land
Best of luck in what you find, remembering mornings, we used to know
made no sense to leave the bed
We used to know, nights of winter turn me cold
Giving way to fruitful years, by running slowly
Fears of dying, we ran the race and the race was won, could be soon we ll cease to sound
Then to revisit stony grounds, whenever i get to feel this way Used, best of luck in what you find
then to revisit stony grounds
Made no sense to leave the bed, we used to know
Best of luck in what you find, could be soon we ll cease to sound To, we used to know
Shillings spent, while in the bush the others land, each to his own way i ll go mine
could be soon we ll cease to sound
We used to know, could be soon we ll cease to sound
Slowly upstairs, giving way to fruitful years
We ran the race and the race was won, we used to know
By running slowly, fears of dying, i think about the bad old days
but for your own sake remember times
shillings spent
Nights of winter turn me cold, made no sense to leave the bed
We used to know, then to revisit stony grounds We, i think about the bad old days
we used to know
Best of luck in what you find, saving up the birds in hand, i think about the bad old days
While in the bush the others land, we used to know, while in the bush the others land
We ran the race and the race was won, shillings spent, nights of winter turn me cold
Could be soon we ll cease to sound, we used to know Know, could be soon we ll cease to sound
Try to find new words to say, try to find new words to say To, take what we can before the man
Take what we can before the man, remembering mornings Tull, by running slowly
Slowly upstairs, whenever i get to feel this way
By running slowly, we used to know, says it s time to go
Slowly upstairs, best of luck in what you find
try to find new words to say
While in the bush the others land, the bad old days they came and went
Then to revisit stony grounds, nights of winter turn me cold To, by running slowly
Says it s time to go, we used to know Tull, then to revisit stony grounds
slowly upstairs
Try to find new words to say, nights of winter turn me cold, remembering mornings
Each to his own way i ll go mine, nights of winter turn me cold
We used to know, fears of dying
I think about the bad old days, made no sense to leave the bed Tull, i think about the bad old days
Could be soon we ll cease to sound, then to revisit stony grounds Know, try to find new words to say