hold on I feel so much alone
I sit around and catch a sound
my baby cries
an old man dies
and guess who cares about those guyes
you come along
you took me to
where aceans groove and moutains
to still
you are not yeah
you are not the greatest man
you hollow me
you hollow me
it's meant to be
all up to me
to leave or stay
you hollow me
you hollow me
it's meant to be this old sad play
the words unsaid
yours are sweetest eyes I ever dived
in all the caresses
I've taken from you
mighty mighty god of sundays
will I ever, ever love you
will I ever, ever thank you.
by:. Caroline Masson
