i remember
how things used to be
before i met you
before they set me free

as i recall i have
a faded memory
it's me and my mother
playing cheerfully

but time (it) drives onwards
on the higway of life
we're in this together
hand-in-hand, knife-by-knife

how we got here
it's part of life's mysteries
there's no way of knowing
just let it slide, let it be


- Mr Tard