i just don’t think by colin hay.
good taste. i am a fool. you think of nothing. i do not see and sense. foolish ways. when will i swim again? when will this feeling burn us free? torturous waves. open your hands. unfold. take hold. i am a fool.
lie to me if you will at the top of beringer hill tell me anything you want, any old lie will do call me back to you back to you