We'll Correct Collegiate Mistakes,
A Shower Of Formal Ideals,
Completely Soused, The Hearts On Our Sleeves,
As They Drowned We Could Hear Them Screaming,
"oh What A Tragic Way To See Our Final Days."
I Attempt To Talk Up The Town:
"the Answers Are In The Arches Of The 20th Century Towers And In
Comfortable Cars In Motion."
And Yet It Still Remains, This Incessant Refrain:
"you're Just Like The Rest. Your Restlessness
Makes You Lazy."
Keeping Busy Is Just Wasting Time And I've Wasted What Little He Gave Me.
(all Around) I Know The Conscious Choice Was Crystal Clear,
Too Clear The Slate Of Former Years:
When I Sang Softly In Your Ear And Tied These Arms Around You.
[thanks To Jrcjyc428@aol.com For These Lyrics]