Lover

Over the hill, running out of Time when I need it the most Waiting until evening when the train passes By I wonder where I'd be without my words I never meant to be a hateful man Lover, lover Lover When I was young Round age of three I took a stick and buried it under the ground At six years old In the playground I took an apple from the tree As all the children laughed at me I threw it far as I could see Lover Lover Lover As I wandered in the grass Lover While the kids would groan and laugh Lover Where's the explanation at Lover Where's the explanation Lover As I wandered in the grass Lover While the kids would groan and laugh Lover Where's the explanation at Lover Where's the explanation