All of these moments cling to each other Just like a small boy clutches his mother Maybe one day they’ll go their own way
I keep linking the daisies into chains I keep blinking to see if it all looks the same Maybe one day they’ll got their own way
CHORUS Clouds form and disperse in the summer sky Clouds form and disperse and I don’t know why
Nothing moves in a straight line, all these roads are not Roman And the ruler rods of time are not fixed or frozen Maybe one day they’ll go their own way
I keep linking the daisies into chains I keep blinking to see if it all looks the same Maybe one day they’ll go their own way
CHORUS
All of these moments cling to each other Just like a small boy clutches his mother Maybe one day they’ll go their own way
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