If I were a time traveller, I'd climb inside my travelling ship and take a trip to find myself a week ago. And if myself could see me, and hear what now-me had to say, I wonder how I'd phrase it all to make me understand.
Because last week me was a blissful, b**bling idiot bang-crash-landing through my days with nothing special on my mind. Yeah, last week me was that carefree, caring, safe guy, I was happy as a little mayfly, wasn't noticing the time, slipping by, by, by.
And if I were a time traveller, I'd tell myself to spend some time with you, to stroke your hair and smell you for remembrance while I still could. But then I'd have to tell me the horror of the days to come, that happy me just living in the moment, and lying in the sun...
And last week me was cocooned from doom-dread-brooding, bang-crash-landing through my days a**uming everything's fine. Yeah, last week me was that carefree, caring, safe guy, I was happy as a little mayfly, swooping skyward in the sunshine! Oh, last week me didn't have a code to live by, thought you'd always be by my side,
wasn't noticing the time, slipping by, by, by.
If I were a time traveller, I'd write myself a cryptic song and play it on the radio one morning. And in that song I'd tell me to hold you tight and never let you go, to grab my gun and climb up on my rooftop, and fire out a warning...
And last week me might have stopped washing the dishes, might have covered you in kisses before I'd wiped my hands dry. Yeah, last week me might have said, 'Come sit beside me,' might have emptied out the diary, 'sunny day, let's go outside!' Oh, but last week me was a blissful, b**bling idiot bang-crash-landing through my days with life's detritus on my mind. Yeah, last week me didn't know your hours were counted, took your warm fresh face for granted, didn't stop to say goodbye, say good-bye, bye, bye.
Because last week me was a blissful, b**bling idiot bang-crash-landing through my days with nothing special on my mind. Yeah, last week me was that carefree, caring, safe guy, I was happy as a little mayfly, wasn't noticing the time, slipping by, by, by.
And if I were a time traveller, I'd tell myself to spend some time with you, to stroke your hair and smell you for remembrance while I still could. But then I'd have to tell me the horror of the days to come, that happy me just living in the moment, and lying in the sun...
And last week me was cocooned from doom-dread-brooding, bang-crash-landing through my days a**uming everything's fine. Yeah, last week me was that carefree, caring, safe guy, I was happy as a little mayfly, swooping skyward in the sunshine! Oh, last week me didn't have a code to live by, thought you'd always be by my side,
wasn't noticing the time, slipping by, by, by.
If I were a time traveller, I'd write myself a cryptic song and play it on the radio one morning. And in that song I'd tell me to hold you tight and never let you go, to grab my gun and climb up on my rooftop, and fire out a warning...
And last week me might have stopped washing the dishes, might have covered you in kisses before I'd wiped my hands dry. Yeah, last week me might have said, 'Come sit beside me,' might have emptied out the diary, 'sunny day, let's go outside!' Oh, but last week me was a blissful, b**bling idiot bang-crash-landing through my days with life's detritus on my mind. Yeah, last week me didn't know your hours were counted, took your warm fresh face for granted, didn't stop to say goodbye, say good-bye, bye, bye.