J. Tillman No Occasion
I looked out
On the infinite ever-expanding wave
Oh, and I saw
No occasion for regret or pride or fear
I don? t want to live again
? Cause I don? t want this life to end
Memories
I rebuild from time to time to mark the days
I was with you then
Without a doubt or maybe just without
? Cause I don? t want this life to end
I don? t want to live again
? Cause it? s just carried on
It? s just carried on
It? s just carried on [inaudible]?
Merciless morning comes
On the daughters
On the sons
