During the Years

Second week in a bed My hands are pieces of marble I spoke to lady on a bridge But she was singing: taridadada Oh please leave me alone, I have plans for the future Single lady with a wounded soul Why are you wearing this black colored collar? We've been sharing one saddle for several years But I still don't know where we are going We've been sharing one saddle for several years, my love But I still don't know where we are going Back to the start of the way It doesn't seem so unusual Back to the start of the way To our childhood rooms Moon is so close to the top of the wave Close to the roof of the lighthouse Moon is a spectator of our weird scenes Of our weird love