| Song | Yesterdays Tomorrows |
| Artist | Tindersticks |
| Album | The Hungry Saw |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Boulter, Staples | |
| Ah, those days, those days where did they go? | |
| They shuffled through our doorways. | |
| Are they here? | |
| Ah, those days, those days they follow us home and peer through our windows. | |
| And they're here? | |
| For all our hoping they're here. | |
| Ah, those nights, those nights they tiptoed by, they crackle under our pillows and they're here. | |
| Then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, they're here. | |
| And still we try to reach for what has gone behind, but they're here. | |
| The sun arrived, beat down until that life ran dry and every moment burned with that fire but they're here. | |
| Then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, they're here. | |
| For all our hoping, all our wondering, they're here. |
| zuo qu : Boulter, Staples | |
| Ah, those days, those days where did they go? | |
| They shuffled through our doorways. | |
| Are they here? | |
| Ah, those days, those days they follow us home and peer through our windows. | |
| And they' re here? | |
| For all our hoping they' re here. | |
| Ah, those nights, those nights they tiptoed by, they crackle under our pillows and they' re here. | |
| Then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, they' re here. | |
| And still we try to reach for what has gone behind, but they' re here. | |
| The sun arrived, beat down until that life ran dry and every moment burned with that fire but they' re here. | |
| Then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, they' re here. | |
| For all our hoping, all our wondering, they' re here. |
| zuò qǔ : Boulter, Staples | |
| Ah, those days, those days where did they go? | |
| They shuffled through our doorways. | |
| Are they here? | |
| Ah, those days, those days they follow us home and peer through our windows. | |
| And they' re here? | |
| For all our hoping they' re here. | |
| Ah, those nights, those nights they tiptoed by, they crackle under our pillows and they' re here. | |
| Then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, they' re here. | |
| And still we try to reach for what has gone behind, but they' re here. | |
| The sun arrived, beat down until that life ran dry and every moment burned with that fire but they' re here. | |
| Then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, they' re here. | |
| For all our hoping, all our wondering, they' re here. |