If you begin to tell a story
Refrain from things that end in glory
Yes, songs you sing are only sung
No words to me,
No words to be found
If long ago our house was built
An ocean front, but fenced in guilt
The air inside that choked your lungs
Coughing forewarned us
and I will go
No words to be found
Refrain from things that end in glory
Yes, songs you sing are only sung
No words to me,
No words to be found
If long ago our house was built
An ocean front, but fenced in guilt
The air inside that choked your lungs
Coughing forewarned us
and I will go
No words to be found