Seasons are changing
faster this year
and I can't remember the last time you were here.
The east wind is blowing,
saddened in my eyes.
Drying my lips in my last compromise.
Everyone told me it would happen this way,
but I'm still holding on to yesterday.
I was the shepherd,
you were the flock in my heart.
I let you graze there as you
tied me apart.
And there are still shadows all
over my skin.
In
the places your body used to fit in.
This night I'm hoping,
I never was one to pray.
But I'm still holding on to yesterday.
Fire in the horizon,
dawn is staring awake.
Morning is coming with its familiar ache.
I remember the last time
you stood in this place.
You didn't have nothing to say.
And even looking at my face,
I know nothing is changing.
You still got nothing to say.
But I'm still holding on to yesterday.
I'm in a portrait of you,
but I'm nowhere around.
You got your foot in a square of light
on the ground.
I guess that it's summer
and the sun entered the room.
The seeds of our silence have all started to bloom.
I hear you building a woman where we used to play.
But I'm still holding on to yesterday.
I hear you building a woman where we used to play.
But I'm still holding on to yesterday.
I'm still holding on to yesterday.
I'm still holding on to yesterday.