Every day it comes to this. Catch the things you might have missed. You say, get back to yesterday. . I ain't ever going back. Back to the place that I can't stand.
Little orphans in the snow. With nowhere to call a home. Start their singing. Waiting through the summertime. To thaw your hearts in wintertime. That's why they're singing.
Back, I'm back in town. In which we're stuck, I couldn't get out. And that old man will soon be us. Now if we're too late, not if we can't escape. . All of my time.
Hey, ooh, who is there?. [Incomprehensible]. Please come, say how do. The things that I can't show to you. A stroke as gentle as a feather. . Hey, ooh, who is me?.
On the day the bailiffs came. Took the keys away. Took their home away. . And honestly they felt ashamed. They couldn't foresee it. They couldn't believe it.
Out of here, we're out of here. Out of heartache along with fear. There goes the fear again. There goes the fear. . And cars speed fast, out of here. And life goes past again so near.
Drive with me. Do the things you won't believe. Drive with me. Past the city and down to sea. . Crushin' dreams. Leave me be, I cannot sleep. . Drown with me.
I hear a sound, a sound above my head. Distant sound of thunder, moving out on the moor. . Blackbirds flew in and to the cooling towers. I'll pack my bags thinking of one of those hours with you.
Tall machines wait in line. So still lost in time. Jets turn and make no sound. Returning to the solid ground. People drift out of time. Watching numbers turn.
Bad snow freeze my throat. And numbs my soul. Eats me whole to pick me up. That's where you know. . Free to go. You call the Jones. Makes me old before I'm old.
Every day it comes to this. Catch the things you might have missed. You say, get back to yesterday. I ain't ever going back. Back to the place that I can't stand.