Yesterday, 20 April
They're carvin' my name in the grave again, The flowers are fresh and their faces wet, My body has died, but I'm still alive, Look over your shoulder, I'm back from the dead. Lightin' all your candles to draw me in, Sayin' all the same things, I'm gone this time, Your words mean nothin', so take 'em back, And meet me here across the plane, The other side, I'm not far
