Double espresso kind of morning,
arouse my labouring soul.
Ignore the engine light it’s warning me,
I’m giving up the ghost.
With every bend approaching, I can feel my break foot twitching.
Come on bend surprise, me show me a new horizon.
I was here only yesterday,
thought my memories would never fade.
I was here only yesterday,
thought the plans I made would never change, until today.
Double whiskey kind of evening,
anaesthesia from a key.
I’m the fungus Chris Columbus,
a widow of reality.
Every time I turn my calendar to December,
I think next year will surprise me, need something to remind me.
I was here only yesterday,
thought my memories would never fade.
I was here only yesterday,
thought the plans I made would never change, until today.
Holding on like this (x 9)
Holding on like, come on death surprise me, need something to revive me.
I was here only yesterday,
thought my memories would never fade.
I was here only yesterday,
thought the plans I made would never, never, ever fade away.
I was here only yesterday,
they built skyscrapers where we used to play.
Now I’m dreaming while I lie awake,
the escapologist outgrew his chains.
I won’t wait, I won’t break.
Shackled soul that can’t be tamed.
I’m not afraid, it’s not a game.
This inner sorrow can’t be faked.
© 50 Year Storm 2025