How nice it was when the light went out and we took out the old stove
And we burnt grandma's rocking chair to heat the one room
Where we all cuddled together because it was so cold
How funny it was when grandpa told stories from the war
It was different then
And everybody laughed when our kid drew on the wallpapers
Because we were so helpless and so alone
How lovely it was to see my wife's face in the darkness illuminated
By the candles we lit to see the cockroaches
Who'd ever have thought that we would have to realize...
Who'd never have thought that we that we would have to realize...
Because nothing really counts but this last moment
