I used to cry, scream and gag at the thought
Of not getting through to you, who I love.
An idea so fresh, now left to rot
Prayers and pleas from hell sent up above,
Poisons the messengers, kills all the doves.
Saved a bird who didn’t want to be caught,
Whose body rejected the warmth I brought.
The bird didn’t need to be saved at all
Oh, it was behind all the times we fought
Now I laugh, clip w...
