Over the line, we think twice
"It's not the way," they say
But it will have to do
And I'll speak to you in time
I'll be on my best, for sure
You can rest assure
'Til seven's day
These are not the blades of grass
That you came for at last
And the pain, it subsides
With the weight of all your white lies
I'll be on my best, for sure
You can rest assure
'Til seven's day
