1: AFTER THOUGHT

 

The burden's ours until the clocks run out of all their, precious time.
While the cure to the working man's back lies near, the end of the line.
With a sigh and a question why we so fear, the ends of our lives.
Bundled up in all our careless dreams we do fly, into the sky.
But to the world nothing more than a firefly, flickering by.

 

Flickering by (3 times )

 

Mustn't cry (3 times )

 

Better we hide all our sorrow,
Better not let it show through,
Better not trust in tomorrow,
To fill up the space left by you.

 

Oh by you,
I sense it in the summer,
I feel it in the fall,
I miss you most of all,
I miss you most of all.