There was a world out your window
Long before tax
And it will still be there when you get back
I painted on Sunday
A man and his dog
What makes us the masters of this love?
A wide open new
I could follow you
But I will love her in silence as you do
How does that go?
How do I show my love
In these times of dust that seem to be harbouring us?
I brought you back your clothes
For one last goodbye
We say that I'll still love you the day I die
So I painted on that Sunday
A man and his wife
What makes us the masters of this life?
How does that go?
How do I show my love
In these times of dust that seem to be harbouring us?
