if true love waits it s sordid afterwards stand openly in all your weatheredness wait up till late soaring neverwards speak openly in all your tethered words and i knew it was a drinking day it flew though a day at the colonnade its lustre unleashed in song stand up and wait a sort of neverness stand up and wait soaring neverwards if truth kills hate it s sorta like love crack openly in all your threadbareness and i knew it was a drinking day so tutored in knee jerk malevolence it s a warm sun that s choking on life stand up and wait a sort of neverness stand up and wait soaring neverwards