Текст песни Yestergraves — The High Dials

Bye bye now
Bad old days
My, my how
I tend to overstay
You of a million blank eyes
You with no voice for replies
I’m well aware the dead won’t be raised
By some clever turn of phrase
I’ve laid too many wreaths on that grave
Yesterdays, yestergraves
Now is now is what I fell into
Now is gonna see me through to now again
Here is where I get my fix
Here is at my fingertips
You tie the days into a noose
Who’s gonna come and cut you loose?
We live in the life that we choose not yesterday
But I wish you so much luck
When the jaws of the trap have shut
And you find your leg is stuck in yesterday
Yestergraves