Tomorrow it will be another story I'll not reach at another day I have a lump in my throat What was it of those histories with clever endings?
I have a black wisdom to teach I have a dreadful past to tell Only i have a fistful of lies for get along Only i'm another shatter-man of peaceful lives
This life I had no sooner left the hole than the heart rang I'll cry Her husband's illness has destroyed her for all life She don't allow that kind of behaviour I scalloped the edge Is a man, with arduous luck
I doubt if they'll arrive in time This ladder won't reach no spot He has to appear before the dead prompt He shows a lot of promise
Why were to late for to live trough? Who goes there? Tell me why you did it Were twin-souls of us! There are some many whys
