From The West کے بول

Five, four-five Every time No sign No sauce that’s in her eye In ten The conversation’s dry Perhaps if orders changed then You’d see I’m quite a guy Stay The same I’ll wait without a name Some game You give me bills but never change I pray Your tastes will set you free One day you’ll look up from that tray And your tastes will show you me We could have made it in the mud Honeymooned in far off places Been the shame of our respective races Embarrassments, disgraces We could have floated in on breezes cool With flashlights on fires without fuel Winter’s woman An international male Together fortune’s fool Like the Sun to the west Our hearts rise just to set Our days are not our own Our love becomes a home Like the Sun to the west Our hearts rise just to set Our days are not our own Our love becomes a HOME