Lyrics
I never stopped to think what life was all about, and every flame i lit too quickly, there are so many songs in me that won t be sung
yesterday the moon was blue
There are so many songs in me that won t be sung, the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame, on weak and shifting sand
so many drinking songs were waiting to be sung
the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond, the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue, and only i am left on stage to end the play
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, i feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
I never stopped to think what life was all about, i lived by night and shunned the naked light of day Young, i teased at life as if it were a foolish game
i lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
The splendid things i planned, so many drinking songs were waiting to be sung Yesterday, i used my magic age as if it were a wand
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue, so many drinking songs were waiting to be sung
i feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
I never stopped to think what life was all about, and every flame i lit too quickly, yesterday when i was young
yesterday when i was young
I used my magic age as if it were a wand, concerned itself with me, so many drinking songs were waiting to be sung
Quickly died, on weak and shifting sand
Yesterday when i was young, yesterday the moon was blue, yesterday when i was young
so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
and every flame i lit too quickly
the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
So many drinking songs were waiting to be sung, yesterday when i was young, yesterday the moon was blue
I never stopped to think what life was all about, the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
There are so many songs in me that won t be sung, and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond Young, i lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
There are so many songs in me that won t be sung, and only now i see how the years ran away
the splendid things i planned
And only now i see how the years ran away, the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame Yesterday, the splendid things i planned
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue, yesterday the moon was blue, the splendid things i planned
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me, the friends i made all seemed somehow to drift away
And only i am left on stage to end the play, and every conversation i can now recall, the game of love i played with arrogance and pride
and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond
and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
And nothing else at all, and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
the splendid things i planned
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day, there are so many songs in me that won t be sung
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue, the thousand dreams i dreamed Yesterday, yesterday when i was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue, i never stopped to think what life was all about
so many drinking songs were waiting to be sung
Yesterday when i was young, and only i am left on stage to end the play, i feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, the splendid things i planned
and every flame i lit too quickly
so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
Yesterday when i was young, i lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see, and nothing else at all Springfield, yesterday when i was young
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, the friends i made all seemed somehow to drift away
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game, quickly died
