I told Althea I was feeling lost Lacking in some direction Althea told me upon scrutiny my back might need protection
I told Althea that treachery was tearin me limb from limb Althea told me: now cool down boy - settle back easy Jim
You may be Saturday's child all grown moving with a pinch of grace You may be a clown in the burying ground or just another pretty face You may be the fate of Ophelia sleeping and perchance to dream - honest to the point of recklessness self centered to the extreme
Ain't nobody messin with you but you your friends are getting most concerned - loose with the truth maybe it's your fire but baby...don't get burned When the smoke has cleared, she said, that's what she said to me: You're gonna want a bed to lay your head and a little sympathy
There are things you can replace and others you cannot The time has come to weigh those things this space is getting hot - you know this space is getting hot
I told Althea I'm a roving sign - that I was born to be a bachelor - Althea told me: Ok that's fine - So now I'm out trying to catch her
Can't talk to me without talking to you We're guilty of the same old thing Talking a lot about less and less And forgetting the love we bring _________________________ https://vk.com/mscl_rus