Tomorrow's Gone
The hells of Christmas freeze midchime
On the burned out decade that once was mine
The well is deep and O I know it well, well, well.
The bird of youth grew fat in its cage
And lived and died on its facebook page
While students fucked it, plucked its feathers
And famously flew away
To pastures green that they turned black
You flew with them, I remember that
Tomorrow's gone and it's not coming back.
Tomorrow's gone and it's not coming back.
We seldom ever saw ourselves,
Still less did we foresee our cells:
We're all-in now, and each with our own hell to sell.
Ah, once I could do hell so well,
But I like you grew to love my cell
And love myself, and you, and oh well well well
Come stand before the mace of facts
In tears and years grown poker black: |
Tomorrow's gone and it's not coming back.
Tomorrow's gone and it's not coming back.
So I'll come to you in the sigh of an hour -
There's no-one else around now
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All who've passed this way have passed into their places...
And it wasn't just the one grey year,
There was no holocaust of words;
Silent heartaches fester and it's been so very long...
And now tomorrow's gone.
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