Bucolic

All my friends Have gone to the edge They, like me, unwanted And the best laid plans Remain clandestine Like a house that's gone unhaunted And there's no second chance There's no second glance Once it is gone Then it will be forgotten No second chance No second glance It will be forgotten Someone dreamed the world burned green We didn't know until we saw it And all my friends were there in the end Their bodies were bathed in the dream bucolic I will be buried with you by my side In a corner apartment New paradigm New pair of dimes to be with you Curtains by your side I will be buried with you by my side In a corner apartment New paradigm New pair of dimes to be with you Curtains by your side I will be buried with you by my side In a corner apartment New paradigm New pair of dimes to be with you Curtains by your side