The invasion of the past
Looks like it’s going to last.
I had the best, but you went away.
The winter won’t leave. March is repeating February. It’s
Yesterday every day.
What am I going to do?
My mind keeps looking for you
In the vast spaces of yesterday’s sea,
Which keeps coming back to me.
The ocean keeps having its say.
The winter won’t leave. March is repeating February. It’s
Yesterday every day.
Why don’t you come, and bring the past with you?
The ocean keeps coming back this way,
The way it does every day of the year,
Stretching back to when love was unruly.
I don’t know what you want to say,
But it doesn’t matter. March is repeating February. It’s
Yesterday every day.