100 Years War

It’s the death of another year
And we’re feigning Happy New Years
On the morning of the first
Drunkenly humming, «Auld Lang Syne»
I clambered up your steps
Sweat gathered on my neck
Loosening my tie
As you let me inside
I’d suffer slings and arrows
If you’d give me your time
And if you want to hurt me
Go ahead and try
We’ve the same problems as before
It’s like the 100 years war
And though I sometimes moan
When I am with you I am home
I’d suffer slings and arrows
If you’d give me your time
And if you want to hurt me
Go ahead and try