How many times must we tell the tale?. . How many times must we fall?. Living in lost memory. You just recalled. Working on the sound of the band. . Trying to get the music right.
Walking hand in hand. Touching hips and all I can. I'm reaching out to you. Watch you dress and leave my room. . Oh, no, see the reasons changing for you overnight.
This is the clock up on the wall. This is the story of us all. This is the first sound. Of a new born child before he starts to crawl. . This is the war that's never won.