Lyrics
The story goes
The narrative unfolds
In the days of old
In ancient times
To a lover said to be under a spell lullaby
A lover believed to be enchanted is the subject of a lullaby
I tried but couldn't find
I attempted but couldn't discover
The tune that it went by my friend
The melody it followed, my friend
But it ebbed and it flowed
It fluctuated and changed
And the whole thing glowed
The entire situation radiated
I'd rather lose myself than let you go
I would prefer to lose myself than lose you
And I'll try hard every Sunday moving forward
I will make a sincere effort every Sunday going forward
Sideways in the city
In a non-traditional manner within the city
Sideways in the city
Repetition of being sideways in the city
Even when the wise one said
Even when the wise one declared
I'll try to find a reason why
I will attempt to find a reason
The days are getting shorter
The days are becoming shorter
The light is growing thin
The light is diminishing
And this moment's a reflection of this life that I have lived
This moment reflects the life I've experienced
Sideways in the city
Sideways within the city
Sideways in the city
Reiteration of being sideways in the city
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