One Too Many Times
I've been walking down this street one too many times
I've been counting the same walls far too many times
Telling her that we should leave, my mind's already tired
But then she says, "Oooh, I wouldn't know what to do"
Sunday morning's back again, back in habits, short of breath
Preventing me to think about the fact
That I will die, and I will die - soon enough
Monday evening, half past ten, stuck in traffic, need some sleep
The time has really come now, to leave
Because I will die, and I will die - soon enough
But then she says, " Ooh, I wouldn't know what to do"
And she's right
Autor(es): Kunos
