after all this lasting vision, so great, so small
there is only one thing left to sayi will, i will, i willim out of the woods, and into the swamp
but i will trudge on to make it through
please dont forget... promises
cat out of the bag, cos the bag is torn
words flow like water on to the page
heres the last stage, im making promisesi will be the one to lose
i will be the one to lose
this time
carved into the trunk of a tree, into my tombstone
i will be the one losethis ventriloquist is feeling sick
another dummy parrots the words
but tries to keep, yknow
so i harmonize in threes and fives
pushing the sevens into last place
to save some face, to keep my promisesi will be the one to lose
i will be the one to lose
this time
carved into the trunk of a tree, into my tombstone
i will be the one lose