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Description
Producer, Mixer, Author: Niels Zuiderhoek
Producer, Author: Koen Brouwer
Producer, Author: Quinten Huigen
Mastering Engineer: Jordan Schultz
Author: Yoshi Breen
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oh, my love.
Where you been?
Can you hear me or did we end?
'Cause my head and my heart keep on dancing to the tune of an old time lows, and the healing's not helping, it kills me slow.
Looking at a photograph, dusted off the golden years.
Maybe we just lost it a little, got stuck in the middle. Did we disappear?
Into the golden years.
The golden years.
Oh, my love.
Are you near?
Do the memories still take you there?
'Cause my head and my heart keep on dancing to the tune of an old time lows, and the healing's not helping, it kills me slow.
Looking at a photograph, dusted off the golden years.
Maybe we just lost it a little, got stuck in the middle. Did we disappear?
Looking at a photograph, dusted off the golden years.
Maybe we just lost it a little, got stuck in the middle. Did we disappear?
'Cause my head and my heart keep on dancing to the tune of an old time lows, and the healing's not helping, it kills me slow. Golden years.
'Cause my head and my heart keep on dancing to the tune of an old time lows, and the healing's not helping, it kills me slow. The golden years
English translation
Oh, my love.
Where you been?
Can you hear me or did we end?
'Cause my head and my heart keep on dancing to the tune of an old time lows, and the healing's not helping, it kills me slow.
Looking at a photograph, dusted off the golden years.
Maybe we just lost it a little, got stuck in the middle. Did we disappear?
Into the golden years.
The golden years.
Oh, my love.
Are you near?
Do the memories still take you there?
'Cause my head and my heart keep on dancing to the tune of an old time lows, and the healing's not helping, it kills me slow.
Looking at a photograph, dusted off the golden years.
Maybe we just lost it a little, got stuck in the middle. Did we disappear?
Looking at a photograph, dusted off the golden years.
Maybe we just lost it a little, got stuck in the middle. Did we disappear?
'Cause my head and my heart keep on dancing to the tune of an old time lows, and the healing's not helping, it kills me slow. Golden years.
'Cause my head and my heart keep on dancing to the tune of an old time lows, and the healing's not helping, it kills me slow. The golden years