Ancient sore oculi Couldn't see the change But blissful lights still happen Through the darkest days She strokes her hair In the bathroom sink It lost volume It lost the will to give
I gave up On falling asleep As the hands began to shove
Before you've even seen it The old horizon's gone Another recollection Of the blind, deaf summer sun.
But eyes are not the be all And end all of the west The east may hold a pair now But maybe just address the doubts you have There's no great rush to make this change
She showed some sense some time ago When she was happy She thought that this would make her happier.
I've told you for the fifth time I've told you for the twelfth I'll give up just when you will You better warn yourself You'll get left back In the cold and rain
And now and again Balancing your roles I see you get bogged down And though you say it's not good Your life still lingers on And so now, little gosling, Don't become a swan.
I tried to be so special And I thought I was alone I wanted to be special But I failed us all
So please, now, Please just trust me Your life still lingers on And so now, little gosling Don't become a swan
Compositores: Kathryn Rose Nicholls, Thomas Dominic Woodhead, Robert Francis Canning, Samuel Nicholls (Whiskas) ECAD: Obra #1918218