The Fisherman Will Be Bewildered

I fall for what these sounds feel.
Like a cancer, so do I stop? No.
I wish I could witness a bad dream.
All that forgave them.
My disease is I like to kiss her.
My disease is I like to kiss her.
My disease is I like to kiss her.
My disease is I like to kiss her.
My disease is I like to kiss her.
My disease is I like to kiss her.
You fall for what these sounds bring.
Like a cancer, so do I stop? No.
I wish I could witness a bad dream.
I say all those kinds of things.
You say on this day.
What time we’ve got to pay.
So just so I can.
What time to say.
And for once I stay.
On my way without you.
On my way without you.
On my way without you…