Lyrics:
Stories Of Old

Take a look at unselected cases You'll find love has been wrecked By both sides compromising Amounting to a disastrous effect You hear stories of old

In an old city bar That's never too far From the places that gather The dreams that have been In the safety of night With its old neon light It beckons

(John Stewart) [Chorus:] I don't want to hear your stories of old. Don't show me your golden chains. For if there's just one man in this whole wide land

Translation: Depeche Mode. Stories Of Old.

Translation: The Snake The Cross The Crown. Burning Old Stories.

will have a bottle of wine, old friend, I'm here by your side, Oh, to the very end, Old friend...I miss you too...My dear old friend... Old friend...Old

will have a bottle of wine, old friend, I'm here by your side, Oh, to the very end, Old friend...I miss you too...My dear old friend... Old friend...Old

Take a look at unselected cases You'll find love has been wrecked By both sides compromising Amounting to a disastrous effect You hear stories of old

How they met nobody knows Every now and then they get together She used to want to climb the walls She?d never been loved at all Not until old country