A hurried abortion straight from his arms.
Did this small case of bad timing put us on lay-away?
I say you were simply stolen.
It's like holding your breath in an ocean,
Where the islands are charted but still too far to sea.
And all these bottles are thrown but will never be known.
I'm left standing on the shoreline with nothing but wet words.
Suddenly I'm much too sober for this waiting game.
Since when have I been so tired?
All of the sudden I'm so f*ing bored...
Where are you to share this jaded surprise?
The sweet old story points to the end of a rainbow.
Well sweetheart all I see are clouds.
He's watching always with a bearded grin.
Take your eyes off of him and he'll be back again.
Little red men steal my only gold,
For that is the way the tale is told.
