Hit And Miss
(Au4)
Summer. fall.
Winter. spring.
Life’s a song,
We sing.
The sun was yours.
The moon was mine.
We chased each other,
Across the sky.
Everything,
Was hit and miss,
But loving you,
Was my eclipse.
Summer. fall.
Winter. spring.
Love’s a song,
We sing.
All are slow,
And out of tune.
But this song was,
All for you.
One day we’ll all go home.
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