There should be a reason for A memory you can't ignore Or wash off the block Like a child's sidewalk chalk Your poetry reads like prose And somewhere I know a door is closed But I'm content to breathe through all the cracks Oh alay alas, your tongue is tied And this'll be our last foray outside And I've been thinking so for sometime We've always been done better by our kind
If you can't talk your way out You're better to talk about the colour of the sunset Driving home If I can't walk my way out It's better to go without And stumble on the next one to come along Oh alay alas, your tongue is tied And this'll be our last foray outside And I've been thinking so for sometime We've always been done better by our kind