Riders Lyrics

anything we said

in frantic rage before you left our bed

had better been unsaid





the era of our bond

were carried by our ignorance for long

so sad to behold



lonesome ride on

frozen time to

find a way

that we could start again

to find the same



and anything we swore

were fragile lies when we had closed the door to fool ourself again

and all what has remained

is just the insight of our yesteryear

so sad inane