How did we end up like this under a burning sky?. Some things are better unsaid, it's easier to lie. . I'm pulling but my heart is on the wire. Don't need a thousand guards to lock me in.
Comes on over, wants to drown his sorrows. Got a two-seater sofa and some whiskey in a bottle. Broken in tears with the weight of the world on his shoulder.
It's an age old conversation. That is changing with the times. But it's oh, so complicated. If your mother is like mine. . All that she wants are the stars and the moon.