Old Songs

(Album: Something In The Water - 2016)

Well, this is a story about a girl called Tina
Husband, two kids and never would you see her
Do a, thing like this
She said it all started with a little kiss to the cheek
Till he went to the neck and by that time, they're on the next step to
A little, every Saturday evening, without any judgment that's another girl cheating
Leaving the family behind
Said she fell in love with the man on the side
Poison of the mind, oh no
Poison of the mind, oh no
Here we go then

Old songs, old songs
I hear you coming, hear you coming for me
And old songs now, and old songs
I hear your whispers, howling at the sea
Old songs, old songs
Memories surface from the depths of the darkest deep, so deep
Seas
From the darkest, deeper now, so deep
Sea

Her five-year marriage just down the drain
And Tina only had herself to blame
For the antics, said he was a downright romantic
The sex was fantastic
A few years and then the regret crept in
Tina sits back and all she can sing is

Old songs, old songs
I hear you coming, hear you coming for me
And old songs now, and old songs
I hear your whispers, howling at the seas
Old songs, old songs
Memories surface from the depths of the darkest deep, so deep
Seas
From the darkest, deeper now, so deep
Sea

See, George is a man who loved his white lighting
Thunder roars and city lights shining
Over a man too drunk to understand
No penny in his pocket to feed an addiction then
No penny in his pocket to feed an addiction then
Anyways, it was a daily routine
George to the pub and his wife off to clean
But what she didn't know is that her man's left broken
Pissed up the wall while his liver's left soaking
I ain't joking, she didn't have a clue
A habit to a problem, now what's he gonna do
Is it time that he needs? To change the path he leads
As he looks to the man in the sky for an answer please
Done with the lies and all the drunken nights
Head in his hands as he ponders 'pon his life
But it's all just, familiar to him now
He sits back and all he can sing is

Old songs, old songs
I hear you coming, hear you coming for me
And old songs now, and old songs
I hear your whispers, howling at the seas
Old songs, old songs
Memories surface from the depths of the darkest deep, so deep
Seas
From the darkest deep, so deep
Seas