Woorden: T.S.O.L.. Thoughts of Yesterday.

I hear them walking down the corridor
Footsteps in the halls of time
Faintly I see their faces
On the back roads of my mind

Words in the darkness are always there
Raping me with their thoughtlessness
Dreams I can't clear from my head
I feel them calling to me

Naked night dance, shadows on my window
I lay alone with a memory
All my friends have died or gone away
I live my life for thoughts of yesterday

Away from the feelings I have in my head
If I could take back all the things I've said
Away from the [Incomprehensible]
Wish I could go back to

I watch them playing from the twilight of my years
Watching, waiting silent there
Children running as were my tears
I look back and