From the recording Wednesday
Lyrics
20 YEARS
written by Wednesday
Yellow ribbons in her hair
Black as night sky eyes in fear
Another hundred eight degrees
Falling down right on my knees
Twenty years have now gone by
Twenty years that you could never dream
About living on your own
Another twenty years will pass
And your still standing breaking glass
And I'm still far away crossing that road
And it's all because of you
The way I feel sometimes
It's everyone's own problem in their mind
Watch tv till my eyes bleed
Another picture of you and me
Standing still to talk to walls
I never thought my life could be this dull
Twenty years have now gone by
Twenty years that you could never dream
About living on your
Another twenty years will pass
And your still standing breaking glass
And I'm still far away crossing that road
And it's all because of you
The way I feel sometimes
It's everyone's own problem in their mind
Getting used to it
The countless twenty years
That you're not here to say to me now
Getting used to it
The countless twenty years
That you're not here to say to me now
That I was wrong