Washed scented hairs embrace my being
Wet little eyes wander as I listen to her plead
Tired o tired
Run o run
Hug me tight
Oh, do not return
LISTEN to me
I know whats wrong
help me bring
and sway all sworn
Dark shadows loom as I start to wonder
I know its not right but who knows who remembers
Long roads worn winds and a being bit tangled
Yes I hate it I hate it but what can I say
I don\'t remember