Well the key to my survival. was never in much doubt. the question was how I could keep sane. trying to find a way out. . Things were never easy for me.
There is never a time to say. 'Cause it seems to me we've lost our way. So we carry on down the road. When we live our lives haunted by. . All the things we say and do.
The key is in the front door the clock is on the wall. The coals are in the fireplace nothing has moved at all. But as you look around you still nothings quite the same.