Art Of Fighting I Don't Keep A Record
shadows moving children coupling
and i was stranded by myself
and i wanted to be saved
and in the roughest way
in a backyard at a party
leaving last or first or just stayed at home
where a sea of eyes was left behind
and a sea of hands couldn't reach
and that's why i don't
i don't keep a record
because there's too much looking back as it is
and if i do it on occasion
well then the saddest thing's not what you felt
but just how much you felt it
backward leaning lonely passion
and a drink once more in my hand
and a drink is all it takes
to forget my age
and that's why i don't
i don't keep a record
because there's too much looking back as it is
and if i do it on occasion
well then the saddest thing's not what you felt
but just how much you felt it
and once you go back it's on top of you
and then that's you again
