And he always wrote

And he always called

And he never lied

'cause he never said anything at all

In a world of dirt I am raining,

I'm eroding

But which one of us?

In a chorus of maybes, I realize...



When I started this, I was thinking of my Father

Now a holy ghost

Now see one become the other

One become me I realize...

Nestle, I won't ever let you go