Given the Chance I'll Die Like a Baby On Some Far Away Beach When the Season's Over. Unlikely I'll Be Remembered As the Tide Brushes Sand in My Eyes I'll Drift Away. Cast Up On a Plateau With Only One Memory A Single Syllable Oh Lie Low Lie Low.
Given the Chance I'll Die Like a Baby On Some Far Away Beach When the Season's Over. Unlikely I'll Be Remembered As the Tide Brushes Sand in My Eyes I'll Drift Away. Cast Up On a Plateau With Only One Memory A Single Syllable Oh Lie Low Lie Low.