ترانه:
Jack Penate Matinee

We made amends but nothings mended As what I gave can not be mended I led you on but leadings wrong I made a meal of it and stumbled We both knew

I've got my favourite pair of creps on The ones with golden samaris sewn on Each step is skipped when they are thrown on Feet are swift so I bowl on

Boy in love (?) i wish that i was known look above and watch our willow blow (?) feed the past even though i'm grown love can last it never truly goes

When we die, when we die When we die, when we die Will our bones be left in strange lands And our grave be dug by cold hands When we die, when we die

[INTRO] Living without reason , Dwarfed, Alone, Imprisoned, wondering why Im here at all. Why Im even trying destined to be filing the higher you reach

The small divides along the sides of rulers always amazed me Closer you look the more it took your eyes off reality It's very rare that I don't stare