Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
Talkin’ to my alter say life is what you make it
And if you make it death well rest your soul away
Dreams like this must die
And a dream like this must die
Dream like this must …
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
Talkin’ to my alter say life is what you make it
And if you make it death well rest your soul away
Dreams like this must die
And a dream like this must die
Dream like this must …
I'm still a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!