I believe we were all told Must be encoded in a lullaby “Kid, one day you will grow old And find a love worth growing old for” So I am just a lonely soul
And this anchor talking at this heart’s a part About it how find in a hole Have we always been just creatures walking around the earth Crawling, toiling, taking the absurd?
Oh how I pine, oh how I pine Oh how I pine, it will be fine Aristophanes, it will be fine Oh how I pine, it will be fine Aristophanes, it will be