During The Years - Motorama

Second week in a bed\nMy hands are pieces of marble\nI spoke to lady on a bridge\nBut she was singing: taridadada\nOh please leave me alone, i have plans for the future\nSingle lady with a wounded soul\nWhy are you wearing this black colored collar?\nWe’ve been sharing one saddle for several years\nBut i still don’t know where we are going\nWe’ve been sharing one saddle for several years, my love\nBut i still don’t know where we are going\nBackto the start of the way\nIt doesn’t seem so unusual\nBack to the start of the way\nTo our childhood rooms\nMoon is so close to the top of the wave\nClose to the roof of the lighthouse\nMoon is a spectator of our weird scenes\nOf our weird love