Anything Box All These Days Undone
Blackbirds dance among the roses On the garden walls. They are like the passers-by On the nameless street. All these hours undone. Sounds of sandals on the curbstones Echo in my head... Oh the way the love has dwindled In the end All these hours undone. I try to avert your love You brought me tears my friend. With poise and empty gestures They took their toll... All these hours undone. All these hours undone. (laugh...."bam, bam, bam..bam...hey Chris...")