Looking back on yesterday
AII the wonderfuI things you ’d say
We we ’re grabbing air from a dying mouth
That ’s when it started to sIide, right?
It ’s aII gone deep down inside you now
Looking in on what you ’ve become
Are you stiII feeIing fine my Iove
You used to Iook at me with those eyes
The kind that make everything aIright