Taking your time to cross the street What do you do when all the places you have been to s**? Taking your time to shake the hand What do you do when all the people you are friends with s**? The haunt of lies The patch of moss Decide Don't confuse These this with thing Decide Taking your time to see the sights What do you do when everything that you have seen has s**ed?
Taking your time to hear the noise What do you do when everything that you have heard of s**s? We've been there since all night And we cannot read poetry to save our lives It clearly sells our find And calling me We cannot Read poetry We cannot Read poetry We cannot Read poetry We cannot