Lyrics

You shoulda been here yesterday?

I met a man who told me once of yesterday,
Of moments trapped in time?.
He made a living forging artwork perfectly
Fuelled by cigarettes and cheap red wine.
His face, etched with a thousand lines of destiny,
Map the days that time forgot,
Reflected in his eyes a life of velvet trickery
And all the lies that people bought.

Looking out of my window, a room with a tainted view
Forgeries of a starlit night are spilled on a canvas of blue
But the scene that I see is a reflection of history?s last moments
And all they ever say to me is you shoulda been here yesterday.

I met a child who told me once of yesterday
Of lives in black and white
I was she and she was I in perfect innocence.
If who I am is who I was and what I?ll be and this is all I?ll ever know,
Time slips by and steals my curiosity
And I?ve nothing left to show.