If you were parted you would not see
About the part of you and to me
Standing alone in the tall grass
Where the lions cannot see
Sending on reaction
And the satisfaction
Can't believe the fashion
And your own reaction
Help me by departure
Future is invited
Come and see the rest of me.
If I change maybe things can be arranged
But I cannot worry
Send me along with the postcard coming from the other side of sea
Freely on the ocean
I don't think I'll go
I can seem supportive
If you're not around
Take me by departure
Friendly are the others.
No one to support or love.