Sitting by the fire We're getting old Sitting by the fire We're getting old No warmth or desire We're getting cold Sitting by the fire We're getting old No warmth or desire We're getting cold And we can't complain We're getting tired Our features fold Making love a liar We turn to gold Getting tired Our features fold And we can't complain Sitting by the fire We're getting old No warmth or desire We're getting cold And we can't complain