In a Coma

While living in the present
You talk about the past
I would expect an answer, but
But nothing ever lasts
So what's the matter?
We finally have a clue
It spells disastrous
At least we know it's true
And that's the point
So now let's look it over again
Until our faces blue
Again, again, again
My babe
Until we find or maybe
Just get over
Without the words
No need for talking now
A good integer
I need the peace
So now let's look it over again
Until our faces blue
Again, again, again
My babe
Until we find or maybe
We'll just get over
Without the words
There's no need for talking now
A good integer
I need the peace



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Hugh Matthews
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