Blackout Beach
William, the Crowd, it's William
Teacher's on the edge of a precipice,Teacher is racing 2 monks to the edge of bliss,Teacher always hated those phone calls from the parsonage,They made him feel as if he was careening towards the edge of a Precipice,Teacher: teach yourself to be away,Teach yourself that if Donna wanted to have stayed, She surely would have stayedAnd I'll be the doom of your daysJust because I love Donna: doesn't mean that I ever thought I would be the doom of your daysI could have cared less but the way they wept, it smelt through the phone like the weaknesses of old cuckolds rusted to the edge of some precipicefor I am the doom of your days
From Letras Mania