Strange, I Thought I Knew You Well,

So, You Can Make Me Come, That Doesn't Make You Jesus.

Hair Is Gray And The Firers Are Burning. So Many Dreams On The Shelf. You Say I Wanted You To Be Proud Of Me. I Always Wanted That Myself.

Haze All Clouding Up In My Mind In The Daze Of The Why It Could've Never Been.

And Is It Right, Butterfly, They Like You Better Framed And Dried?

I Had A Very Strict Upbringing With My Dad And Was Very Close To My Mum, Who Was Extremely Loving.