Music
Now that every lace is spun
You return to your place in the sun
The days are getting light in every way
I'll salute their warmth as I say
I don't know what to make of it
I don't know what to take from it
I don't know, I don't know,
I don't know what to make of it
And I'd still entertain you if I could
Shades of you still
runnin' in my blood
But if I end up the joker once again
I won't stick around to be your friend
I don't know what to make of it
I don't know what to take from it
I don't know, I don't know,
I don't know what to make of it
Less if I kind of mind
who I know would hate you
Mmm, I'm not that kind,
but on some level I am
And it's not for the words
that you made out were true
Or the fountain of love you alluded to
I don't know what to make of it
I don't know, I don't know,
I don't know what to take
You