Yesteryear

Careless of the west end of the water
They've sauntered like lambs to their slaughter
Tilting and twisting they came
Through sheltering lost remains

I marry my carriage completely
In spite how they callously treat me
Into the flames I'll consign
Every crux of creative design

Yesteryear, and all the little boys will be clearing you out of their heads
You might as well get up and get out your of bed
Go and make yourself some coffee and eggs
You're mind's been making mistakes
Your knees quakingly shake

The drums of disaster cascading
Indelicate cautious they fading
They whine like the wind without knowing
Directionless, senseless they going



Credits
Writer(s): Shaun Salmon
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