The Boatman

Well it was yoyo, I suppose, I play like fashion comes and goes. I can't set my mind on you. Yes I lied about those lovers, That they were just some kind of cover For the nights we used to share. I've seen this water a lot before, Still I cross it on

Watching my world fall apart. Preparing for this cold, and misplacing my heart. All that I have is slipping away. I'm doing my best to keep it with me. Faking a smile, lie to myself. Life isn't fair but what the fuck am I to do? What's left to do. Fr