Big Business - Lonely Lyle | Текст песни

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Poor Lyle, he lives in an hourglass, counting every grain he sees
Nothing but time, always the sun, curse of thirst felt with his teeth
But he still has his arms, he still has his legs
Nowhere to walk to, and nothing to hold

After a panic, gathered his wits about, put action to plan confirming his survival
With ROCKS for his tools, AND SALT for his wounds, AND LUCK TO SAIL AWAY
But not, if it's windy, and not if it's cold
And nothing to risky, and nothing to bold

Poor Lyle, lives in an hourglass, counting every grain he sees
Nothing but time, always the sun, curse of thirst felt with his teeth
But he still has his arms, he still has his legs
Nowhere to walk to, and nothing to hold

After a panic, gathered his wits about, put action to plan confirming his survival
With ROCKS for his tools, AND SALT for his wounds, AND LUCK TO SAIL AWAY
But not, if it's windy, and not if it's cold
And nothing to risky, and nothing to bold

Hopefully, be delivered by Winter

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