Details

How did I find you?

Did I remind you of the boy at the Louvre?

Watching you move

I don't know, for five hundred years

 

Out of the furnace into the forest

And the harvest of my youth

Tell me the truth

Do you, does anyone, anymore?

 

I've come to believe if a man does his deeds

While he's missing wine

He's already died, he's already died

A hundred times

 

Did you remember seven Septembers of sacred rendezvous?

Spryhanding only for you

Do you remember tipping the vendor and how we used to goof?

Spryhanding only for you

 

And my fear and my pride, the shadow inside

With a note on the door and a card on the floor

About a hundred times before

 

First it was nearly, then it was barely

And now it seems pretty far

When you were tipsy

I was a wizard with a silver star

 

Will spare the details of the rocks and the nails

The times that I've lied can't lay down tonight

I've already tried a hundred times

 

I will spare the details of the rocks and the nails

And the times that I've lied can't lay down tonight

I've already tried a hundred times

Writer(s): Robert John Downey Copyright: Indio Ink Publishing, Chrysalis Songs

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