I
The specter of certain death raises its head again but this time it’s as a punch line. We can share a laugh with nothing more than eye contact now. How could something as heartless as time perform such a sweet service?
II
The best of us have flaws while the worst carry the seeds of redemption, waiting for sunshine and moisture to set them free.
III
Even if the day comes when there is no place in your life for me
and that could happen
(let’s not fool ourselves)
I can’t imagine a day when there’s not enough emptiness in me to fit you.
Words & Music by Mike Power 