Lyrics of The good old days

If queen boadicea is long dead and gone
Still then the spirit in her children's children's children, it lives on
If you've lost your faith in love and music, oh, the end won't be long
Because if it's gone for you'll actually may lose it
And that would be wrong

I've tried so hard to keep myself from falling back into my bad old ways
And it chars my heart to always hear you calling
Calling for the good old days
'cause there were no good old days, these are the good old days

It's not about tenements and needles
And all the evils in their eyes and the backs of their mind
Daisy chains and school yard games
And a list of things we said, "we'd do tomorrow"
A list of things we said, "we'd do tomorrow"

Arcadians dream so fallen through the albion sails on course
Let us man the decks and hoist the rigging
Because we found the source, there's twelve rude boys on the road

To the good old days