Half Past Three
Ever thought of people dying?
Thoughts aging like fine wine,
Next moment where the sun doesn't shine?
Ever thought and stopped trying?
Hanging on at the edge of the line,
Holding fast, waiting for a sign?
Ever thought of not crying?
Dripping down all...
Thoughts aging like fine wine,
Next moment where the sun doesn't shine?
Ever thought and stopped trying?
Hanging on at the edge of the line,
Holding fast, waiting for a sign?
Ever thought of not crying?
Dripping down all...