Golden years

Sitting in your hazy room
Pictures in your hands
Feeling old past years perfume
Memories drifting in your head

There were the days of hapiness
Full of energy
Laughing smiling without an end
It seemed to be eternally

Bridge:
Why is it always happening
The best has been and never will be
Why is it ever spinning
Worse is awaiting as better is quickly dying

Chorus:
Where are they now?
Where have they gone…golden years
Will they come back?
Will they appear…golden years

Time has passed you´re still watching
Pictures in your hands
Keep on yourself persuading
The best days have gone to an end

Bridge:
Why is it always happening
The best has been and never will be
Why is it ever spinning
Worse is awaiting as better is quickly dying

Chorus:
Where are they now?
Where have they gone…golden years
Will they come back?
Will they appear…golden years
Will they return?
Will they reveal…golden years
For real again

So deep, and so true, and I love some of the phrases in this one. I like the bridge the best:

Why is it always happening
The best has been and never will be
Why is it ever spinning
Worse is awaiting as better is quickly dying

Fantastic translation into words about one of the "vicious circles" of life.