If only fast-forward were an option
If only fast forward were an option
Through hammer strikes. And rope burn.
Through first blood. And last insult.
But life comes moment by moment.
And so does Friday and Pain and
Finally Sunday is a newborn
Wiggling on a naked chest,
Tasting first milk.
Through hammer strikes. And rope burn.
Through first blood. And last insult.
But life comes moment by moment.
And so does Friday and Pain and
Finally Sunday is a newborn
Wiggling on a naked chest,
Tasting first milk.