My Brother's Time

Sometimes they try to forget and sometimes they do

Giving love for the financial gain

She's so good with excuses and incorrect reasons

I'm tired of trying to win and you're tired of meShe knows how to stand in the corner

And whisper the words that you need

She knows how to stand in the corner

And whisper the words with that cynical charm, we could dance

Now it's my brother's timeHere on the floor with these very loose young girls

Like someone in Japan who just lied

If the innocent are saved, then what happens to her?

What's done is done and everything's different somehowI keep a book of reflections that sometimes appear in her eyes

I keep a book of reflections and realize there's nothing much

That I can do, we could dance

Now it's my brother's time