Make Them Kiss

One of these days
We’ll end up dead
Come uncoiled, unwound, (?)
And we’ll say, «I knew it all the time»
And we’ll say, «I knew it all the time»
One of those days
We’ll come alive
And smell the smoke, beautiful and fine
And we’ll say, «I knew it all the time»
And we’ll say, «I knew it all the time»
One of these days
We’ll end up dead
Come uncoiled, unwound, (?)
And we’ll say, «I knew it all the time»
And we’ll say, «I knew it all the time»