Black Country Communion Song of Yesterday

I fly away, I fly away Like the song of yesterday Existed somewhere in the metaphor Resided inside of the closed door Finally I open my eyes Just to realise Promises are empty, if dreams died I fly away, I fly away Like the song of yesterday Shaken up, turned inside out No shifting this flame of doubt Embers burn but don't warm me The smoke and mirrors reality Promises are empty, if dreams died I fly away, I fly away Like the song of yesterday I sit here waiting, waiting but I can't breathe Try to catch the whim of the breeze Empty handed time after time Promises are empty, if dreams died 8th place