This chapter is trite-I don`t want that
Too much work to revise
Not all passion is lost
Just my youth is at cost
*chorus*
Before you speak
Recall what you said
Recall how we held
Recall and I`ll tighten the knot
Check the first latch
Does it let in the gray
The excitement we lack
Could be made up in pain
*chorus*
I wish he`d leave today
But his manners speak and I don`t think so
I wish he`d leave today
But his manners speak where I don`t
We did get along
Common ground not the plea
If you learn to forgive
Caution could be replaced