Days like this get to my sensesnI say to the old buried ?nAnd golden time are when I remembernHow I used to talk to my heartnIt seems to be easy nownWhenever I need to cry, I hidenIt's too late to get backnLooking for overgrown tracksnnI'll see you in another worldnI'll see you in another worldnnIn the soul of the streets, you walked on nThe magic reads from it's old historiesnAmong all the people I've never seen beforenIt's the ghost of you that I'm looking fornSeems to be all set upnWhenever I think of you, I give upnIt's too late to get backnLooking for overgrown tracksnnI'll see you in another worldnI'll see you in another world