------------------------- One thought, has me turning back A dozen point the other way And patience isn't worth the wait
You've got knifes in your eyes You would be happy not to change your mind When I worry about smoke instead of putting out the fire
Chances abound we'd be standing around
How faint might that light become in focus but at miles away? Just gives you ammunition be certain that I know my place
Oh with a whimper instead of bang When I worry about smoke instead of putting out the fire
Chances abound we'd be standing around