Cousteau
Sometime
I watched you wipe the soil from your face
and hounded down the hill
Sold as it will
and if we should recoil from this place
anaesthetised by
prying eyes
Surrender in grace
Sometime sometime
sometime So acquiescent like it's rent
bruised and wrecked
and spent
This pallid haggling's drained from me my love
And if the artifice reveals the tarnish on the seals
of all the lies we ever made
And who can say
it can't be so
and who can't say
it can be so
Sometime sometime
sometime
From Letras Mania