Sometimes it's fun

Sometimes it's not

Sometimes it's gun

Sometimes it's knot

Sometimes it's you

Sometimes it's me

I wish I knew

How it would be



Instead of cold

Instead of heat

Instead of dome

Instead of feet

Instead of way

Instead of roam

I wish to stay

But not alone



Before a night

Before a day

Before a fight

Before obey

Before the end

Before the start

I wish our hands

Won't split apart



A kind of pain

A kind of sore

A kind of game

A kind of law

A kind of mind

A kind of sense

I wish to bide

Another chance