Return To Yesterday
It was the day before the day before yesterday
When we thought everything would now go our way
We inherited a fortune of innocence
And they took it all away
We travel on the last bus from sanity
Through province town to cities of obscurity
And some way down the road it occurs to me
That I might have missed my stop
But I will not return to yesterday
Or smooth out the human clay
We'll face this new England like we always have
In a fury of denial
We'll go out dancing on the tiles
Help me down, but don't take me back
I heard a lover calling to Saint Anthony
Sadly treating love like her property
Only battles can be lost and so it seems we do
But I'm hoping for a change
I left you at the bus stop in working town
Now the service has been cut, re-named slumberdown
I can see you on the bars of your brother's bicycle
Now I hope you're not alone
But I will not return to yesterday
Or smooth out the human clay
We'll face this new England like we always have
In a fury of denial
We'll go out dancing on the tiles
Help me down, but don't take me back
And all the politician creeps
I know they want them back
And the couturier weeps
She knows they won't come back
And the lovers who seldom speak
I know they want them back
And me falling back into your half term kisses
No, I will not return to yesterday
Or smooth out the human clay
We'll face this new England like we always have
In a fury of denial
We'll go out dancing on the tiles
Help me down, but don't take me back
When we thought everything would now go our way
We inherited a fortune of innocence
And they took it all away
We travel on the last bus from sanity
Through province town to cities of obscurity
And some way down the road it occurs to me
That I might have missed my stop
But I will not return to yesterday
Or smooth out the human clay
We'll face this new England like we always have
In a fury of denial
We'll go out dancing on the tiles
Help me down, but don't take me back
I heard a lover calling to Saint Anthony
Sadly treating love like her property
Only battles can be lost and so it seems we do
But I'm hoping for a change
I left you at the bus stop in working town
Now the service has been cut, re-named slumberdown
I can see you on the bars of your brother's bicycle
Now I hope you're not alone
But I will not return to yesterday
Or smooth out the human clay
We'll face this new England like we always have
In a fury of denial
We'll go out dancing on the tiles
Help me down, but don't take me back
And all the politician creeps
I know they want them back
And the couturier weeps
She knows they won't come back
And the lovers who seldom speak
I know they want them back
And me falling back into your half term kisses
No, I will not return to yesterday
Or smooth out the human clay
We'll face this new England like we always have
In a fury of denial
We'll go out dancing on the tiles
Help me down, but don't take me back
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Duffy, Stephen Anthony Duffy
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