歌詞
I think we had the same ideas
Though I can’t be sure
Because I got left behind
I got caught out in the storm
The light is hard to find
When I’m never in control
What a selfish thing
To go and get so old
When the lilacs bloom
I’ll be thinking of you
Back up to the top
Back to my room
Some days I find it hard
Hard to see the view
On a chain I have your ring
It’s too big for my knuckles
This morning’s coffee’s cold
And I’m doing yesterday’s puzzles
When the lilacs bloom
I’ll be thinking of you
And me
And that old apple tree
You and me
And all that I used to be
I think we had the same ideas
But now I don’t know
I feel like a stranger
Walking in these old bones
When the lilacs bloom
When the lilacs bloom
When the lilacs bloom
I’ll be thinking of you
I’ll be thinking of you
I’ll be thinking of you
Written by: Graham Young
