With Feet Above My Head I'm Studying All the Wrinkles on the Wall
Can Be a Day
And on That Very Street We Used to Pass a Bottle on-the-go
Still Fell the Taste
But Doctor
Will Call Now
Now Chance
For You Pal
Tell Friends
To Take You for a Ride
And Swallow Your Good-bye
My Memories Remain the Same and I Have Haunting Memories
They Keep Me at Bay
I'm Counting Time Left on My Fingers, Each- a Summer Spent Away
Followed by the Grey