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Days of Yore by The Wrong Windows Lyrics

Genre: rock | Year: 2015

[Intro]
*antique phonograph being cranked*
*crackly vinyl record playing*

[Verse 1]
The cows are coming home for dinner
The cynic's circus slops their trough with memes
They'll never deign to touch the feed I pour for them again
They'll starve themselves awaiting greener dreams

[Verse 2]
The zeitgeist is in need of reupholstering
We shabby dolls bereft of dopamine
A cop in every kitchen and a chef in every pot
All our streets paved o'er with baby bumps

[Pre-Chorus]
Wе've made ourselvеs immune to revolution
Wittgenstein escaped in a balloon
Our actions speak so loud that
We can't hear the words no more
Binary folklore
Engraven on all fours
You've just enough blood left to paint the door
[Chorus]
Gone are the days of yore
Gone are the days of yore
They won't be back no more
Gone are the days of yore

[Verse 3]
The alphabet has fled for greener pastures
Arithmetic performed with sticks and stones
Design is unintelligent
The rapture wears no clothes
Dirty laundry piles up around our bones

[Verse 4]
Occupy the surface of the ocean
Explain your declarations to the sea
As it is or as it was
So never shall it be
The bottle is the message, endlessly

[Pre-Chorus]
The dictionary printed on a pinhead
The syllables are drawn by lottery
We fuel ourselves with fossils while
We tunnel towards the core
There’s nothing left to burn
But that for which we yearn
A miracle in every metaphor
[Chorus]
Gone are the days of yore
Gone are the days of yore
They won’t be back no more
Gone are the days of yore

[Chorus]
Na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na

[Chorus]
Gone are the days of yore
You can curse till your throat is sore
And torture becomes a bore
But gone are the days of yore

[Chorus]
You can pray till you soil the floor
Till no lions are left to roar
But gone are the days of yore
They won't be back no more

[Chorus]
Gone are the days of yore
Quoth the raven: nevermore
You’re crowing you know the score
But gone are the days of yore
[Outro]
One, Two, Three, Four
*birds chirping*
*steamboat whistle growing distant*