Terence Trent D'arby Epilog
And if in time the day's defeat Should seal those lips I love so sweet I'd catch up to her wandering feet And lay the law down upon her sheets And if in time this love should pass And throw my heart upon the grass I wouldn't hang on to the past I'd sell my sorrows for a glass And pull myself from this morass And save myself this sombre cast But no so fast And if in time I find my soul And liken myself to a bowl That takes the milk but leaves it cold Then I will have defined my role To work on myself till complete And transform all that life secretes So I won't have mistakes repeat And save myself from sure defeat So peace to all that my voice greets So peace to all that hears my voice We survive because we have no choice So peace to all that hears my voice We survive because we have no choice So peace to all that hears my voice We survive because we have no choice
