Celtic Mist

If I have to make it work
I’ll make it work again
The speed that I spend
Expensive to make a friend
And if I have to make a choice
What do I do with it?
You can change your mind
I won’t mind
And your noise
High enough to fall asleep
Like a million signs of peat
I’m a lion
I’m a lion
You were under crowds
When you couldn’t get your way
Running down town
You could have not today