Lover

Over the hill, running out of

Time when I need it the most

Waiting until evening when the train passes

By

I wonder where I'd be without my words

I never meant to be a hateful man

Lover, lover

Lover

When I was young

Round age of three

I took a stick and buried it under the ground

At six years old

In the playground

I took an apple from the tree

As all the children laughed at me

I threw it far as I could see

Lover

Lover

Lover

As I wandered in the grass

Lover

While the kids would groan and laugh

Lover

Where's the explanation at

Lover

Where's the explanation

Lover

As I wandered in the grass

Lover

While the kids would groan and laugh

Lover

Where's the explanation at

Lover

Where's the explanation