Heh, heh, heh. Heh, heh, heh. All hail King Harry, all hail. All hail King Harry, all hail. But a whisper of your former self. But a whisper of your former self say I.
Never win and never lose. There's nothing much to choose. Between the right and wrong. Nothing lost and nothing gained. Still things aren't quite the same.
The lake is frozen over. The trees are white with snow. And all around reminders of you. Are everywhere I go. . It's late and morning's in no hurry. But sleep won't set me free.