I forget
the bit that made so much sense
I agree
my stupid mind's a poor defence
time and again
I'll lose my face
my shoes is a lonely place


All is well that ends without much ado
I've had time enough to get to you
there's no point in dwelling on this
you're far out of reach


I forget
the bit that does the trick
I've let you slip away
like figures in a dream
time and again
I'll lose my face
my shoes is a lonely place;
without everything goes on with such ease


I've had time enough to get to you
there is no middle road
we're far out at sea