LYRICS The silverware is tarnished, so’s the gold I bought in, and I was sold Up the river for a song So I just stopped singing Alarm bells ripped me from the dream Of Greener grass and might have beens Guess I’ve known it all along I don’t need convincing Fairytales and promises Mistaken and misled Roll back the calendar Because the days have lost their shine Look back on history books assembled Standing neatly in a line Turn back the second hand See the golden days with rose-tinted design The empire fell the king is dead Forgotten words best left unsaid All the castles made of sand In the wind dispersing I hear the talk of good old days, When exactly was this golden age? A cloud of smoke a mirrors gleam But the world keeps turning Fairytales and promises Mistaken and misled Roll back the calendar Because the days have lost their shine Look back on history books assembled Standing neatly in a line Turn back the second hand See the golden days with rose-tinted design Look how far from Albion we’ve strayed While we search for a yesterday That never was and never will be When will I reach my shangri-la Will I ever get that far Will the path come clear before me Roll back the calendar Because the days have lost their shine Look back on history books assembled Standing neatly in a line Turn back the second hand See the golden days with rose-tinted design Roll back the calendar Roll back the calendar Roll back the calendar Roll back it back Roll back the calendar Roll back the calendar Roll back the calendar Roll back it back