Bacchus
The Fly
So this is the last,
As once the first,
Our colours in the grass
No loss but a broken glass
Girls on skates
A scatter of leaves,
Minutes at stake
For one who believes
Sombre reminders
From names on a list,
Secret surroundings
The gods must be pissed
Tugging your ears
Like a child who can?t breathe
I fell for a lover
With lovers for lease.
Don't ask me what you know is true
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:Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by
> > professionals.
As once the first,
Our colours in the grass
No loss but a broken glass
Girls on skates
A scatter of leaves,
Minutes at stake
For one who believes
Sombre reminders
From names on a list,
Secret surroundings
The gods must be pissed
Tugging your ears
Like a child who can?t breathe
I fell for a lover
With lovers for lease.
Don't ask me what you know is true
------------------
:Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by
> > professionals.
