Farside
Текст песни Buck

Rigged LP, Revelation Records / 1994

Count the times I've cried in vain,
The year has grown long and youth has passed me by again.
A broken watch, a run-downclock, a smiling face on my wist.
The best years of my life just meet the sky again.

Someday I'll get it back, someday.

Before I open up my mouth
I think of all the weight a passing phrase my carry
A slipping tongue loose lips and ships, a smiling face on my floor.
The tried and true way to make a new adversary.

Someday I'll get it back, someday.