Cân Megan

Sitting here, brittle eyed It's only a step from where they say These feelings can run out of time Naming words, measured years It's taking an age a bit too far A diary of weighted days Battle cries of beaten lies We're searching through all the reasons why And leaving a past memorial Where the will may, find a way in The dials of the moon could steer my way To love of the future prize I am treasure, and I am trove So strike up the sand again dear man It's only a counting game of time Crazy It made me crazy Ooh, ooh, ooh...