Future Tense
If not now when
The chance is passing
The future tense
A slow collapsing
What is left
Edifice crumbling
Teeth are clenched
Mind is rumbling
In another hour
I will hear you
Call my name
If my thoughts sour
I will forgive you
All the while
Wistful days
I'm on the edge of running
I'm sorry I hurt you
Oh yea I'm sorry, yea I'm sorry
Wistful days
I'm on the edge of running
I'm sorry I hurt too
Oh yea I'm sorry, yea I'm sorry
Autor(es): Daddy Lion