words by Thomas Coffey
It's hardly amusing the music is losing
I've been bitten and you've been stung
I wish you had stored more sense on your top shelf
You are haunting me as well as yourself
Every time that you visit you're pushing the limit
It can't be good for health
So will they be harder
So will you depend...
Upon the future who knows what's ahead
And there ain't no more tears to cry
When there ain't no more gears to grind
I will sing you this song
This twisted lullaby
When there ain't no more tears to cry
Everything changes its true seasons follow each other
Unbroken branches must bend
Your habit expenses putting up higher fences
You are risking your wealth heath and friends
Now you're girlfriends afraid so you promised to change
But...you lied to her and yourself
When you lie there in bed
Empty thoughts fill your head
Rotten seeds rotten harvest my friend
And there ain't no more tears to cry...
Time can anything
But can time heal this?
