Trails
Easy trails
Wondering about your fate is not a game
Names
Glorious names
Wishing you could be with them
Is stealing time you never had
Time is a wicked master
Breeding the signs
Like tides bringing change in colours
A new disaster rising
Time keeps on moving deeper
Draining our life
And living on on hopes in dry lands
Leaves naught but sand in our hands
Steps
Easy steps
Skip a few of them and many years have fled
Sounds
Greasy sounds
Grease your ears and force
You to join in a game you hate to play
Bring me the British army
For times have changed and so have I
