He sits alone in his perfect shackthe lake beside him freezingthe sun no longer shiningmuch past four o’clock.
We are the selfish ones
We are the lucky ones
We are the needed ones
She falls asleep, the book on her lap,“all things change to something new,something strange.”
We are the selfish ones
We are the lucky ones
We are the needed ones
We walk along with my hand on your back,the days behind recedingforward to a day when all we love will pass.
We are the selfish ones
We are the lucky ones
We are the needed ones
He sits alone in his perfect shackthe lake beside him freezingthe sun no longer shiningmuch past four o’clock.