and to use or abuse,
at the end is all the same,
to use or abuse,
it's all there is to do,
the only path there is to walk,
as we leave the bed undone,
with the clouds the birds and trees,
a cup of coffee and a glass of milk.
but why she has to ask,
and flowers with a candlelight...
and the little boys whispering,
into their little hands,
with little voices that come from nowhere,
flowers with a candelight,
milk and sugar, and all things nice,
and sweet kisses to abide.