man of simple pleasures

"...   I'm a man, a man of simple pleasures,
I got all I need so give me whisky measures...

I've seen your future, so leave me alone in the past...

I am told the world is nearly ending
but when I look outside the birds are always singing

trying hard to pretend there's a future in your mad man rules..."





"... On meridians of madness 
On the parallels of love
We try hard, run from each other 
But our work is never done



I believe on a 100 dance nights
A 1000 ribbons were lost in hay 
And we try to hide from each other
But we learned too well to stay ..."