A woodfire stove brings the warmth again,
Reminds me of the color of sin
The trees are churning

The brain is on the mend again,
Brings me back to the smell
Of something burning

Today is the day of yesterday,
And that day will never fade
From our postcards

And we're sick and tired of this year again,
And comebacks aren't in style,
But your style is

We should have known by now
We should have known by now

Just a little one
It's eating the edge off the surface

A window to what
I remember from the good days

Today is the day of yesterday,
And that day will never fade
From our postcards

And we're sick and tired of this year again,
And comebacks aren't in style,
But your style is

We should have known by now
We should have known by now

And this time I'm already there
And this time I'm already there

We should have known by now