Toad the Wet Sprocket
Toad the Wet Sprocket
Toad the Wet Sprocket
Toad the Wet Sprocket
Toad the Wet Sprocket
Toad the Wet Sprocket
Toad the Wet Sprocket
Toad the Wet Sprocket
Toad the Wet Sprocket
Toad the Wet Sprocket
Toad the Wet Sprocket
Toad the Wet Sprocket
Losing my aim losing time
And after
Ten in the morning I find
It matters
But it's all right this time
Pulls from the tether to rise
And shatters
Caught in the wind far and wide
It scatters
If I hear the call
Of the lorelei
No I will not fall
It's all right this time
Never patterns
But for the loss of things
Gaining
Catching up with me
And these ladders
Rising and endlessly
Leading
Nowhere I can see
If I hear them cry
That it's killing time
No I will not fight
It's all right this time