Though altruistic intents and purposes, we never did simulate what your function did or burn an effigy of ‘we’.
Should I remain so tight lipped and stoical, or should I carry your blues?
You might be saved and you might be not, but chances are you’ll walk with a synthetic smile again.
And when you walk, you might get lost, but I’ll but there with truncheon and compass close in hand.
To take you home, to take you out.
Drink the tea, its camomile, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
And all the while I hear you whisper “I wish I was sleeping”.
Cheek to cheek, its been a while, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
And all the while I hear you whisper “I wish I was sleeping”.