White Cliffs

The white cliffs of dover Sitting on the parkway Try to stay for longer It's all a rush lately I look at how you turned out And making sure I won't forget They don't have my back Just funny games turned sad So go alone, my wayward brother And many thanks But how I fear you won't mind If I'm not there tomorrow Stranded out with money guilt So do I live or sell myself? They don't have my back Just funny games turned sad So go alone, my wayward brother And many thanks