You’re lost in the abyss
Of a body I never missed
A lingering taste
Of a song I never sang
Why hold on so long
To a handle left unrung
Crying at the wheel
Going nowhere fast
On a sunny Sunday
And breakfast coming at last.
You’re lost in the abyss
Of a body I never missed
A lingering taste
Of a song I never sang
Why hold on so long
To a handle left unrung
Crying at the wheel
Going nowhere fast
On a sunny Sunday
And breakfast coming at last.