Lyrics:

Is this a dying trade?
The end of the real thing?
A life-long crusade to be known.
If oh oh oh only our oh oh oh oh old
If only our old friend could see
If oh oh oh only you could wake the ghost that sleeps in me.
Are we a dying breed?
The last of the real thing?
Servants dressed in gold saying 'we're owed'.
If oh oh oh only our oh oh oh oh old
If only our old friend could see
If oh oh oh only you could wake the ghost that sleeps in me.