Old Times - Moriah Woods

For our minds

For our minds All filled with pain

For the nights

For the nights I cried in shame

For the ones

For the ones you thought you loved

For old times

For old times when we weren’t sane

For old times

For old times

For old times

For old times

For old times

For old times

Drag your bones off the ground

Off the ground

Drag your bones off the ground

Off the ground

Drag your bones off the ground

Off the ground