Not that I know what that line means. . . it’s a lyric from an old song. I guess it just sounds good. Not everything has to have meaning. I like it when words come together for no rhyme or reason. For a change. Just like a meeting of unicorns over burgers and fries.
We talk about our yesterdays as if they were, well, yesterday. All the decades before are like scrunched velvet, trammelled into mere months.
I need to find a song that will encapsulate this.
Our House by Madness? Ryan Paris’ La Dolce Vita? Got it.
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