Ghost of the past

I look out there to see the few
Who´s changed not me and you
You have your voices and your means
We are dying a death or so it seems

Why can the voices all shout back?
Why can the people all come back
It´s up to you to find a way
The chosen few come on today

The good times weren´t so long ago
They ain´t the people we used to know
Now grown up living with a wife
A boring haircut with a boring life

Re-light the old flame bring in the new
´cos it only happens with me and you
We´got to try to stop the rot
´cos if you don´t we´ll be forgot