I sail in the dark abyss of yesterday
With only a pool float and the power of thought
Or lack thereof
There is no control
As the clock tolls
Round and round and round
The riptide takes me
Deep inside the yesterdays
And I wake up as a broken record
I am the same second verse played over and over again
You're too catchy, my yester dayman
I am the gardener who only waters dead flowers
I hope the sun will shine on me
But it's always gleaming on you
Full speed ahead
I read the same page over and over
Sometimes I'll read the whole chapter
But why carry on further
This part is so good
Remember?