Oh
Tales of the car park, throwing a foot away
Hacket and knackered, buruch of yesterday
Toughest of love with us in the ricochet
Closing the curtains, deep in the mystery
Crackered the landscapes scratched down the wooded path
Make no mistake that our past isn't coming back
Call of the future lies in the lukewarm bath
Callously stopping feet falling in their tracks
But if this is life then I suppose
I will keep kneeling by your toes
How long? Too soon
But if this is life then I suppose
I will keep kneeling by your toes
How long? Too soon
Blank
Hand-seated memories alter perceptions
Friend greeting cards linking every dimension
Calling the useless ones down to celebrate
Family feuds and friends of the highest grade
But if this is life then I suppose
I will keep kneeling by your toes
How long? Too soon
But if this is life then I suppose
I will keep kneeling by your toes
How long? Too soon
How long? Too soon
How long? Too soon
How long? Too soon