Stephen’s Dead at Last - Album x

Rewinding The Future

Once when had a pocket watch
He too told me

"Place we met
Were given over to some strange fellows
Who we'd never not been meeting"

So kind
Rewinding the future

In case I trip
Or catch my lip
On your mouth

Cut me like a thousand clocks
Still toes and filled with awes

We're given over to five barley bellows
What we'd never not been drinking

So Iie –
No implying the truth here

In place I slip
And catch my grip
Traveling south

It's so cold where I go
There the brave but stupid I know did go
No fire warming down the evening though

It's so cold where I go
So cold where I go

So kind
Rewinding the future

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Writer(s): Steve Greene
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