In those days we were always going out
Driving to strange places in our car
Trapped between the signal and the doubt
If there were a fire we’d put it out
Buying beer from any local bar
Oh, those days we always rushed about
Keeping active so there are no thoughts
Just the vision of the crucial star
Flickering from the manic to the doubts
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In the stillness, we find we have caught
A sentence from our God, the seminar
So these days I serve it , just about
We found what we never should have sought
Schizophrenic, literal , bizzare
Floundering in the metaphors of doubt
We will be well rendered by the fire
Copper bottomed in our new attire
In those days we eyed the roundabouts
Puzzled by the symbols , wish to doubt.


