Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman
I said baby
I know we say we're feeling old
But I think that
It's the wrong story we're being told
And saving up for working class dreams
We're stating only slightly worn themes
Of decades that just recently passed us
We listen to the oldies show
And we dance, and we dance, and we dance
And we dance, and we dance to yesterday
And we dance, and we dance, and we dance
And we dance, and we dance to yesterday
And the songs that we hear
May be only reminiscent of romanticised times
And we dance, and we dance, and we dance
And we dance, and we dance to yesterday
Hey there baby
I sang one of your favourite songs
At the soundcheck
Just before the other band came on
And somewhere between Steven Morrissey
And the mind-blowing genius of Jay-Z
I will sit and wonder
Of career blunders
And I listen to the oldies show
And we dance, and we dance, and we dance
And we dance, and we dance to yesterday
And we dance, and we dance, and we dance
And we dance, and we dance to yesterday
And the songs that we hear
May be only reminiscent of romanticised times
And we dance, and we dance, and we dance
And we dance, and we dance to yesterday