best of luck to yourself and your new made friend
with your love to record every move that i make
and the thought that you lost but you found somewhere else
has it been all along that you knew it would end?
blame my wishful thinking things could change.
and the flesh that you left stretching out to the bones
could it be you have searched for a world of your own
take this weary head and make it right again
do you still sit by that big lake
where i left you on that bright day?
how could i go on this way?