I find it hard somedays to remember I find it hard
Somedays to forget And somedays I give everything within me And somedays I don’t
Give a bit Will it be? It will absolutely be Can you see? With the eyes that God
Gave me Are you free? From the chains that fall on me Well it’s not just
Something deep inside my head It’s not just for the dead Walking in a smog
That’s all around me and through it somehow life lives too Before I let it all
Just overwhelm me I think of something good in you Dead Dead Dead Dead («wolfe!
Wolfe!»)
