I don't like this. Anymore than you. In fact I'm scared. At the top of the stairs in the dark. . Throw away all the dreams you had. Slow and broke. And just for you.
By the way you went, you take it all. And make another sender. By the way it often takes you by surprise. You know the mender. And oh, you play it strange.
Take that face right off yours. Its not yours, love, its not yours, love. You keep yours in a secret cup. Its flowing over, its flowing over. . And I gave all that I gave you.