Enough. Finished. Over. But not complete.
Still we have business to attend to...
This penny I'll place in your hand
A token of my lust...
This penny I'll place in your hand
A token of disgust...
You smile you laugh and you help out
Everyone but yourself...
Beneath those pools of vibrant blue
The cogs begin to turn...
It must be love; nothing else could pull these tears from my eyes |