The Anonymous

Oh!
The anonymous author of days will pass by you like a stranger in the waves
But he is secretly impressed at your failure to try
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Well, our arms are shivering branches
When they dance it’s a cool, cool breeze
But I must turn my step before I get into a trap
'Cause you know I love being near you
But I can’t hold my breath long enough and still be where you dream
I’m always ticking and talking but the woman she needs her sleep
I don’t regret the times that we spent
Paperboys come abrupt and break the news to men
Pour blessings on the child
Wasn’t that your intention?
I promise you
I promise you I won’t leave you — oh, no, no, no
I will be here, here, here
Like a bow on a string
I will be here, here, here
Like a bow on a string
I will be here, here, here
Like a bow on a string
I will be here, here, here
Like a bow on a string
I will be here, here, here
Like a bow on a string
I will be here, here, here
Like a bow on a string