SINGER: South FM

SONG:Thursday Night

Here,
have a seat,
wash your hands,
rest your feet,
it might be some time before we meet again
Remember me and all that i've said
and all that i've done,
cause all that you have is still irrelevant
when relevant to this world
And the dog bites, when the bee stings:
a conundrum to separate,
talk in circles, walk in circles,
there is no way to separate
One of you here seems a bit distracted,
whispers in the background,
walks behind the roses,
betrays me with a kiss
Drink,
take,
and then calm yourself,
nothing can be done to change this course of action
And the dog bites, when the bee stings:
a conundrum to separate
talk in circles, walk in circles,
there is no way to separate
And here they come across the fields
to take me to my precious pilate,
directing me to destiny...
and i am not afraid
But in three days, i will walk behind the sun
just beyond sleep, i will wake in more ways than...
one...
more prayer before i go,
one last kiss to ease your mind
And the dog bites, when the bee stings:
a conundrum to separate
talk in circles, walk in circles,
there is no way to separate
And in winter, lies the secret:
a conundrum to separate
when in summer lies the answers:
there is no way to separate