There's always a first time
But so rarely aware
When it's the last
Leaving it all behind
Letting it rush into the past
Like Bertolt on the bench
Said his goodbyes
"I can't work like this, it's just way too nice"
And wasn't he right almost all the time
The distant love as the rest of the world shatters
Who's to say if any of this matters ?
Who knows what's wise, in this other life
Just another shadow in paradise
I think about Lion left there behind
With a library of books
But who's around to read your mind ?
There was I, walking home
Another stupid sunsеt spent alone
It all passes so quick
I think thе beauty of it all made me kinda sick
To hear the splash of pools
And tennis balls behind their fences
Their high walls up in the hills
I curse you all until your doom
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