Days of Yore Songtext
von The Wrong Windows

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

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

We've made ourselves 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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

Gone are the days of yore
Quoth the raven: nevermore
You're crowing you know the score
But gone are the days of yore
One, Two, Three, Four