One more name on the slate
Too busy to see two versions of me
Eight eons of sand, seven oceans began
One less minute to wait
Two versions of me
Two versions of me
One less minute to wait
One more name on the slate
Too busy to see two versions of me
One more bottle is dry, one less reason to try
Too busy to see two versions of me
One more bottle is dry, one less reason to try
Six feet underneath five fingers don't reach
Four seconds it seems for all of our dreams
Now waters run free, no more fish in the sea
Now there is none, no more light from the sun
Three oceans away two children at play
