The Fisherman Will Be Bewildered - Anthony Green

I fall for what these sounds feel.

Like a cancer, so do I stop?

No.

I wish I could witness a bad dream.

All that forgave them.

My disease is I like to kiss her.

My disease is I like to kiss her.

My disease is I like to kiss her.

My disease is I like to kiss her.

My disease is I like to kiss her.

My disease is I like to kiss her.

You fall for what these sounds bring.

Like a cancer, so do I stop?

No.

I wish I could witness a bad dream.

I say all those kinds of things.

You say on this day.

What time we’ve got to pay.

So just so I can.

What time to say.

And for once I stay.

On my way without you.

On my way without you.

On my way without you…