Back from the end
the lingering fingers of desire
hav'en thirsted real sweetness..
its juice still lingers
am i impressed?..no!
do i want to go back? ...yes!
pointless struggle
tis all a waste of time

there is no telling
the darkness of your mind
there is not telling of
pleasures of twos and threes
no castles of trust bought
tis all a waste of time

the song has been sang
the misery was over
and now it beckons again
the start of all things.
am i impressed ...no
do i want to go back ...yes.

from the sneeze to the heat stroke
there was love ,scorn and love again
from no shoes to the fallen bucket
there is light, dark and light again

and then it remains true
there is now no secrete,
we were empty and void
u could not believe me
because in the end all in all
we see a wasted land
in the golden framed picture
and we leave by and by
until the horn is blown
am i impressed..no
do i want to go back ...yes