The voice that whispers
In our head
Suggesting we just stay in bed
Does it seem sweeter-sounding lately
To you as well?
Mine sounds a bit like Nat King Cole
Scrambling for change
To pay the toll
This love has lasted longer than we
Did expect
We never would have guessed
We never could have guessed
Becoming somehow turns into become
While the work that we must do is
The work that we must do is
It's never done
May I audition for the part
Of sweeping up your dusty heart
Well I think I know its darkest corners
Fairly well
And may this melody play sweet
Upon those dark deserted streets
Where we forever wait
To meet our mother's heart
We never would have guessed
We never could have guessed
Becoming somehow turns into become
While the work that we must do is
The work that we must do is
It's never done
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We never would have guessed
We never could have guessed
Becoming somehow turns into become
While the work that we must do is
The work that we must do is
It's never done
No, it's never done
It's never done
No, it's never done