So hard to help when one wants to cop-on-too-late, so hard to help when one wants to kill. Wave goes up and down like the thought that just went by. Just another story. Killers, cop-on-too-laters, lovers go up and down, giving and taking life and dreams before it ends for all one day. Wave goes up and down like the thought that just went by. Just another story. Skin wrinkles as lines of a hidden song that seeps worries, not wars. Mother of beep how loudly you go, up and down. Silence of sorry is too hard to take alive. Please stay another while. Some talk already, coming with love. Wave goes up and down like the thought that just went by. Just another story.