Saturnine

Come away.

Come away.

Lifeís a pair oídice.

Canít rely.

Canít rely.

Thereís no truth only sides.

Saturnine. Saturnine.

<<<<<        You wonít be here this time.       >>>>>

Merrily, merrily gently down the stream.

A rhyme without reason, 180ƒ and

after-touch and after-thought about you.

Saturnine. Saturnine.

The bath tub is running over.

Saturnine. Saturnine.

I canít give way, I wonít give way this time. 

Christopher Hoffee ©2002 ASCAP